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*Irie* · 01-13-2016, 11:48 AM

IRIE DIAMÁCHI
She had to admit, the land was beautiful. Grasses were beginning to grow on the outer edges of the territory, though there was a bit of flooding in the river. Not much, though, since the West was a pretty dry area that didn't have much snow. This area, of course, had a bit of snow since it was not quite a desert like the rest of the West appeared to be. She did prefer her home in Southern Alacritia... but she saw the appeal in the lands here in the North.

What she didn't see was the appeal of the packs. She could smell the border, smell the restriction of freedom... even with one such as Mithras as a leader. She was utterly thankful for her ability to come and go; utterly thankful to have her freedom... and yes, still worried for Mithras.

She lurked around the borders in-between the Emerald Valley and the Whistling Willows, hoping to perhaps catch the scent of Mithras.

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