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Her father tended to scold her whenever she trotted out into the desert. For her leg, mostly, which she still refrained from putting too much weight on. But there was life, even across the vast sand and the petite deer-fox felt drawn to it. Of course, she never liked worrying her father... Aloe was just a useful plant.
One she was carefully tucking into a borrowed satchel when she noticed the stark black and blue against the sandy red. Her hazel hues failed her more often than not, at long-distance, but she knew it was a clanmate. Hesitant, but curious, the Fleshweaver closed the satchel and began padding, often wobbling, in his direction.
She stretched out one of her wings, more stark black and white, in greeting as she approached. She didn't entirely enjoy the border, in all honesty. The wall made her... Ill. Rather than back off now though, she kept her eyes on Susurrus. Someone new to her. Uncertain. She flicked her ears, noting the trail. One her father often walked.
"Salut... Um. Sus- ... Susurrus?" Sounded right. Her tongue resting on the roof of her mouth. Hopeful. "'m Aine... Are you patrolling?"
[/td][/tr][/table]One she was carefully tucking into a borrowed satchel when she noticed the stark black and blue against the sandy red. Her hazel hues failed her more often than not, at long-distance, but she knew it was a clanmate. Hesitant, but curious, the Fleshweaver closed the satchel and began padding, often wobbling, in his direction.
She stretched out one of her wings, more stark black and white, in greeting as she approached. She didn't entirely enjoy the border, in all honesty. The wall made her... Ill. Rather than back off now though, she kept her eyes on Susurrus. Someone new to her. Uncertain. She flicked her ears, noting the trail. One her father often walked.
"Salut... Um. Sus- ... Susurrus?" Sounded right. Her tongue resting on the roof of her mouth. Hopeful. "'m Aine... Are you patrolling?"
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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desert flower
the land for the