She's more or less following Nephthys' scent trail, floral and delicious at it's floating in the winter air, and having picked it up on her daily stroll she can't help but to be nosy as to where the goddess is headed. It isn't usual for her friend to leave the borders of their pack; either Nephthys is up to something Leera desperately wants a part in or she's just bored.
The Rio Grade is powerful, rushing with natural strength and fervor as Leera picks her way across the slickened rocks. She tastes the wet air and knows Nephthys is close, and after travelling a few lengths along the river's edge, the all too familiar mixture of Egyptian lotus and driftwood becomes strong and she sees the goddess near.
"Is pack life boring you already, flower?" Leera calls gently, easily, at peace with the company of her dearest friend. She brings herself to Nephthys' side, pink eyes roving out to the river's whitewashed surface as she scans it with intrigue.
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Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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