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XVIII. THE MOON

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BIO & TAGS

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She was unsure of why her gods had drawn her to this place, and yet she was always the obedient servant, unable to resist their demands. She had been walking for a few hours, at this point, but seemed to have arrived - the territory was rolling plains, the edges marked with the distinctive scent of a clan. She wasn't even sure what group this was, at this point - she was unfamiliar with many of the groups in the area, and this one was included. Still, she wasn't frightened - she sensed no high amounts of deaths in these lands, which means they were unlikely to be a violent bunch.

Carefully, the borzoi took a seat, tucking her paws close to her body. Her pale green gaze drifted over the horizon, as if trying to pick up on movement, but she neglected to call out, assuming someone would eventually pick up on her presence and choose to meander over.

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