Hog Wild

Making her way down south again seemed like the obvious option. She didn't want to return to Tojo, but at least the weather was more tenable. Or it had been, until the earth started shaking and the sky turned red.

Skirting around the Hallows and making her way west towards the shimmering shore seemed like the easiest path back towards the runestones without tramping all over pack borders. At least if she walked in the water she wouldn't be leaving a calling card for the Hallows to run her down.

Pulling herself up onto dry land however, had her brows drawing down and lips peeling back from her water deer fangs. The fuck had happened here? It looked like a sounder of tusked pigs had torn up the smooth expanse of land that stretched from the shore to the Fossil Ridge. Her hackles rising as she made her way forward, quills bristled defensively, she took a moment to sniff the upturned soil. Dirt. It just smelled like regular ol' dirt.

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