Noctisardor Bypass one more spoon of cough syrup

maybe @Warlock? :eyes:

she's been set on finding more of those purple flowers — lavender, they were called. but they were surprisingly difficult to find despite her (she was sure) especially keen nose. she happened to drift out of the territory, a fact not lost on the girl, but decided her mother would be very much alright with it this time, since she was on a mission. 

she'd skirted a great outcrop of rock for a little while, until it fell away and she scented a foreign border. she blinked; mother had given them the low-down on borders and packs and such, but she'd never encountered another pack, least of all did she expect on this close. 

heeding her mother's lesson, she did her best to stay on the right side of it, oddly nervous as she skirted the foreign markings. and then, quite suddenly, there it was -- a low, fragrant bush, dotted with the lavender flowers. she stopped, making a beeline for the thing before realizing that the pungent scent of border existed between her and it. frustrated whine escaped her, and gaze flit to and fro in search of movement on the other side. she could slip over -- but the thought made her uneasy; that would be wrong. "hello!" she called, frustration growing. "'cuse me!!"