Bearclaw Valley Says he’s broke

Hoping to have Pandora join and help them poison ppl ;)
Set about half a mile outside the borders at 11 pm. 
@Arielle @Aventus @Merrick

The fox look alike has traveled back to the Teekon from her fun little vacation home. Which never goes well, especially when one’s been banished, but what can she do? 

Well, first, she has to find somewhere to stay and she thinks she knows just the place. The figure of the one eyed coy mix comes to mind. She’s offered her services in toxicology to him if he needed, but she never stayed long enough to get the opportunity. Rather, she’d gone to entertain herself at the pack high up in the ice lands. Though not as exciting as traveling the world, it was comfortable. 

Still, she craves excitement in her young years. She wants to see others choke on her herbs and froth at the mouth — always such a funny dance they do. And that man — ohhh that man — looks like he likes to kill. He looks like he has enemies. She wants to be a part of that.

So she retraces her steps to where she remembers meeting him and further follows the scent of many. She reached their borders and is all too sure not to cross it without permission. She doesn’t feel like feeling teeth ripping apart her beautiful pelt. Blood stains after all and scars wouldn’t look good on her. 

So as the moon paints it’s sickly light along the fields of dead flowers and grass, he pads across the dimly lit land. Her form looks ethereal — a ghost. Her paws are soft as they move, silent, her full tail swishes behind her elegantly. Pandora stares ahead and into the depths of their territory, raises her head, and lets out a higher pitched and distinctly coyote sounding howl. Calling whoever will come.