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She probably had taken her father's roughly-translated suggestion to make herself scarce at face value.  So, Vasa had been off spending a good amount of time exploring the various territories surrounding the plateau.  It wasn't like she went far, but it was a new adventure so she went and enjoyed some freedom.  Thinking about it, she really should go out and do some adventuring.  She wasn't sure what or where, but it wasn't like they could claim that she was some little kid still.  The fact was she had no idea what specifically she wanted to do other than go see what was out there probably didn't help he prove that she was totally the best set for travel, though.  Something told her Qui wouldn't be happy with her doing the wolf equivalent of hitchhiking.

Today, though, she was wandering on back, no prize in maw -- whatever treasures she gained were either eaten or memories.   She was approaching where Towhee was patrolling at sort of an oblique angle.  If she was looking far enough out, she'd be spotted, but if not, she'd make it so she'd be seen.  Tired but reasonably chipper, she trotted more directly to the border to make sure she'd be more easily in line of site and made a few showy pouncy steps to hopefully pull her attention by being a giant black moving thing in her peripheral vision while she was trying to intercept.  No point in yelling if you aren't gonna be heard, after all.