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Recluse had laid the best trail she could, having scrubbed the pack scent from her fur as best she could, so much so her flesh felt raw, more than it usually did in the sun. Which she was though it was quickly disappearing below the horizon. Still, she was taking a calculated risk, her compromised eyesight for the increased likely hood she'd not be left waiting long. Lilith was draped across her shoulders, in her usual spot and had helped to guide the light blind woman on her mission. At her paws was a small pile of fur, black and white and grey, all the fur she hadn't need to lay her trail of scent. She'd carefully left a decent amount of fur along the border of the pack of the slate man, then left a bit of a trail until she felt she was a safe distance from the pack.

She hadn't brought the prisoners, no not yet. She had to know what they were worth before she decided if they'd be traded off or simply kept as her little toys. Maybe a gift for her aunt if she ever got bored of them. So for now, she'd wait, hopeful that an interested party would find her.

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