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Coyote breathes in deeply, appreciating the scent of the mountain air, and the tiny little wildflowers wafting up to him as Yorel steps over them. This was the farthest North he'd been, and likely the highest up the Spine he's been as well, given the look of the landscape, and the way the few trees grew, twisted and thin.
He wasn't quite sure why he'd come up this long way, besides some innate pull the land gave him. If nothing else, he'd have some breathtaking sketches to show his sister when he passed back through home. Or for that matter, for the Day of Hearts. He certainly wouldn't be opposed to making doubles of everything, to send some home.
What's the point of paper if you ain't gonna use it?
"Hup hup, this way, Yorel."
Yorel snorts softly and turns in the direction indicated, surmounting a ridge. Ahead and somewhat below them is a little dished area in the mountainside, with a copse of trees and the gentle puttering of a creek. Coyote smiles to himself and directs his horse carefully down the edge and into the basin.
"Blow away ye gentle breezes."
Coming to a stop by the little creek, Coyote dismounts and surveys the immediate area, looking for any dangers, and for anything he can scrounge up to add to a quick meal.
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He wasn't quite sure why he'd come up this long way, besides some innate pull the land gave him. If nothing else, he'd have some breathtaking sketches to show his sister when he passed back through home. Or for that matter, for the Day of Hearts. He certainly wouldn't be opposed to making doubles of everything, to send some home.
What's the point of paper if you ain't gonna use it?
"Hup hup, this way, Yorel."
Yorel snorts softly and turns in the direction indicated, surmounting a ridge. Ahead and somewhat below them is a little dished area in the mountainside, with a copse of trees and the gentle puttering of a creek. Coyote smiles to himself and directs his horse carefully down the edge and into the basin.
"Blow away ye gentle breezes."
Coming to a stop by the little creek, Coyote dismounts and surveys the immediate area, looking for any dangers, and for anything he can scrounge up to add to a quick meal.
Vulpesen