Blissful Days
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Lourdes was careful with her movements, body crouched as she stalked the area. She was truly looking for anything to hunt, but practicing her methods and talents were never a mistake or something to dread. If she wanted to be a successful hunter, she could not lack on her skills and strengths. The sun was high, the air slightly warm but not so much as to heat her pelt against the cold that tried to bother her. Shaking her head, she sprung from the plantation she had been crouched in, merely exercising her back leg muscles and testing to see how far her lung would take her. She landed a few feet away, legs having spread wide enough to catch her form evenly on the soft sand, the tide having offered a bit of relief from the waters.
Brown eyes scanned the area, figure leaving her prior spot and striding forward with ease. Small and lethal body prowled, ears perked as she listened for any noises around. She wasn't too close to the borders, but she did want to make sure no intruders were crossing onto Myriad's borders. This was the home of her pack, her home, and she'd be damned if Vagabonds thought they could prance on into claimed lands.