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Curiosity. It still burned within the petite deer-fox. But she rarely ventured outside of the desert borders. Home. Family. She preferred to stay close. Had a job to do. One that did lead her to wander the length of her home, hazel hues on the lookout. Gathering herbs for the satchel harnessed to her side.
As she inhaled, the fleshweaver paused and frowned. Wings shuffling close. She didn't recognize that scent. Lips chewing the inside of her cheek as she turned towards an unfamiliar feline.
Well. They were by themselves. Didn't seem too aggressive. The druid breathed out softly and began trotting over. Keeping some distance when she spoke, "s-salut? Excuse me, but- but you're trespassing on the Pitt's territory."
[/td][/tr][/table]As she inhaled, the fleshweaver paused and frowned. Wings shuffling close. She didn't recognize that scent. Lips chewing the inside of her cheek as she turned towards an unfamiliar feline.
Well. They were by themselves. Didn't seem too aggressive. The druid breathed out softly and began trotting over. Keeping some distance when she spoke, "s-salut? Excuse me, but- but you're trespassing on the Pitt's territory."
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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