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For a moment, Inkenoah felt a small swell of confidence. She moved through the trees with broad strides, ignorant of the small wobbling of her hind paw - she had grown used to it since its infliction. She ignored it well enough that she didn't allow it to affect her pace or her steps, but anybody who looked closely enough could distinguish it. Her head began to rise up slightly, and her tail wagged - for now, she was in a good mood, for she could feel the warmth of the sun breaking through the branches of grey winter trees and she had protection. Safety. The night was held at bay, for now, and she was free to move without fear.

And then a bark sounded so suddenly from - from somewhere, fuck, what- Inkenoah yipped, jumping. Only it took her an additional couple seconds to register that it was no more than a gentle woof; still, the sudden breaking of the silence startled her enough that she whirled around to face the culprit and stumbled in the process. She nearly lost her footing on her twisted paw, but quickly adjusted herself and regained her composure, staring at the other female. Inkenoah blinked, and then red flushed into her skin. "Hah! Hah, hi," Inkenoah quivered nervously, pressing back her ears. She looked the other up and down, totally having lost her train of thought and her confidence - and then she remembered the whole point of her little excursion.

"Oh. I - me, I'm Inkenoah, I just - I'm new." She stammered, and her gaze fled the lighter coloured female. She was pretty, and she had this peculiar freckling on her fur. How strange. Gosh, no, this wasn't the time for observations. Inkenoah furrowed her brow and tried to think up something else to say, but found herself at a loss. Her nerves had vanished completely.