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disoriented, she half drags herself, half walks into the comfort of the wood. alarm bells are ringing, dimly, and her vision tilts and grows blurry every so often. the trees are different, as is the ground, the smells, everything - she stops when she's only just within the protection of the trees. she fold into herself, heaving up sputtering mouthfuls of brine, before teetering onto her feet. 

a few steps further into the trees, and she stops, falling onto her rear. she's trembling, though she's not aware of it. she begins grooming a forelimb with care, and the action feels somewhat comforting. most importantly, it's something to focus on besides what's all around her. 
With this land still being new to her, she decided to take the day to discover it's secrets. Ventrue over the borders and make her way deeper and deeper into the territory. But on this day she did find something different, just not what she had expected. Her ears perked at the strange sound of puttering through the trees. Pausing for a moment she allowed her ears to swivel and pinpoint its direction.

 Mixed in with the soil of the earth was a lightly browned wolf pup. She had seen the other youngsters in the pack at glance, though not formally. But she could tell this one was not any which resided here. They also appeared to be quite damp, interested since it had not rained, perhaps just coming from a swim?

Careful not to startle the pup she was careful to lighten her stance and speak from a few yards away. They reminded her so much of her younger siblings that she couldn't help but her curious as to their activities. "Hello there. What brings you here?"  she asked delicately.
despite cordelia's attempts to soften her approach, clem saw a stranger and therefore, a threat. lurch to her feet, eyes wide and heart hammering even faster than before, she stood shock-still a long moment. and then she was gone, bounding away with the agility and speed of a hare, adrenaline allowing her one final spurt of energy as the taste of brine in her throat only increased her panic.