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*Kiriko*

let's stick together just a little bit longer

She's looking for elderberries again. It seems that, as far as Auster goes, they elude her. The pack that's tucked itself away in the castle seems to have the only source on the southern continent, if Kiriko has to guess. Not wanting to expose herself to another full pack of wolves (not knowing what she'll find there), she chooses not to entertain the idea of trading for them. Still, they were helpful for little Erik and his throat, and she genuinely wants him to feel better. That litter of pups... they troubled Kiriko. Three of them had been born less than well, and she would do all she could to help Sedna take care of them. Caretaking had always been her position, her niche... why would it be any different here?

Moving north from Tojo-kai's homeland, Kiriko was still on high alert. She's not comfortable here. Not yet. There was still a chance she'd been followed, there was still a chance that she was still being hunted. Hunted. What a wildly uncomfortable thought. This place wasn't safe, but it was far safer than Nihon had been. Maybe someday she'd rest easily again... but until then, her head would be on a swivel.

The Briar was dense, and within that density, she feels safer. Hidden away among the thicket, within the brambles. That was nice, actually. Kiriko begins her search for the little purple berries. The sun shone softly over her back and shoulders, and she can enjoy the afternoon... as much as she ever does.

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don't leave wicked in charge of naming threads

kitsune

Kiriko