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All good <3

The coast; shimmering in seaglass waters and a clear sky -- thick with the scent of saltine and dried seaweed -- rounding over the horizon. 
Although it was not all as warm as the romanticized memories of Izumi's youth might've brought along -- winter still chilled the air and a fog blurred most of her senses. A cold feeling against her skin that she'd been trying to escape by coming here in the first place; but to no avail, it seems. Her shoulder, now missing a patch of fur from her wound, began to feel itchy in this humidity -- and she'd will herself not to mess with the delicate skin. It had taken some time to heal and messing in up now would only lengthen the process.
Somewhere along the cranebird's journey, ink painted stilts had lingered their way over the line of marked borders without so much as a trace of thought -- the woman senses were far too overwhelmed with the scents of condensed air and ocean to notice it.
Nor the scent of a nearby stranger...