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ooc: Seven!
Catherine was scorting the boarders, feeling the ballon that was her belly get sore with the up and down that Bluma's slow marching made. The cream mare was much more patient to Catherine's advanced pregnancy, that demanded a slow walk to don't disturb the baby. But that wasn't an issue for them.
The real problem was that they were under the blazing noon sun, both parched and tired of that heat. Even though the weather should have become more gloomy those days, that very one day, the one the she wolf decided to retake her duty in the tribe, the sun mock them by showing the bright face to them.
It should be laughing with the irony of the occasion. In her mind - and Bluma's too, as it looked -, the grayish woman cursed the daily star while her omnipresent company stomped her, in rebellion to the heat. With a quick movement, she surrounded her abdomen in pain, and wondered about that. It was okay; they had covered most of the boarders, even though she didn't have to do that. It was just fine to quit the scort.
She turned the horse towards the woods' shadows, and it seemed Paradise. Dismouting slowly, she lyed on the ground, the back suportted by a tree, the mare sitting besides her without care, totally worn out. The woman streched a hand and petted the horse's ear and chocolate brown mane. Tired, she enjoyed the coolness of the shadows, the cold breeze that hadn't warmed up yet blwing through her bangs. Her - and her unborn child - loved that feeling, and she slowly dripped into sleep. Bluma's sniff was the last thing she remenbered before falling.
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Since Seven had started to get the general feeling of his packlands, he thought it was a good time to go check out some other places. The weather was nice, not too cloudy, not too cold. He tried not to hink at all and just enjoy the trip. The male tried to avoid the coastline, so he traveled through northern Halifax, entranced by the remains of human architectur, then he started going west through the Shattered Coast and into Ethereal Eclipse. It took him about two days of travel, he stopped a few times to have a drink and to sleep, but it was nice to finally not have a nightmare everytime he closed his eyes.
On the third day he kept going west, admiring the wildlife and plantlife. This was much more beautiful than Phoenix Valley, it was strange that no pack claimed these lands. Come to think of it, he didn't really know how many packs there were here. He finally left the forests behind himself and entered a flat, grassy area. It held a strange scent that made him want to back away. Taking a few times to consider it, Seven realised that he was approaching packlands. The young male was afraid to go any further.
Looking around for any possible scouts, he was a little embarrased when he notice done about fifty feet away from him, lying comfortabily by a tree. He approached her quickly, not noticing that there was a horse right next to her master. Seven had seen many horses in his lifetime, so he knew that these animals were strong enough to bash his skull in with one good kick if he would manage to get one angry. So his surprise when he noticed the equid was a pretty natural thing. He stopped in his tracks, bafraid that he had startled it. Nice horsey, no need to get scared.
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She was starting to dream when a sweet, calming voice mumbed something, but it was enough to get her alert. Slowly, her eyes started to open, and she noticed Bluma was there, the head up, staring at something. Following her gaze, she found a black shade, which turned into a wolf. A stranger wolf.
Getting more steady sat on the ground, the fur on the back of her neck and along her spine drew upwards, both by stratle and anger. Her upper lip pushed over her teeth lightly, a warning. Didn't he know that pregnant females were very suspicious of males in that stage?
Not yet fully relaxed with the male on her sight, she stared with wary and rude eyes.
"Who are you? What are you doing in these lands?" She asked with a bitter voice, trying to disguise the sleepiness on her tone. Didn't he know he was inside the tribelands? Stupid man...
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