Barrow Fields She just changes her mind

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A savage serpent, slithering along the region with a focused pace. With purpose, she moved, despite not having a single clue what said purpose was. It was the only thing lost to her as of yet.

Careful eyes swept her surroundings. Head low, shoulders square, her nose led her. 

Putrid was the air. Many scents lingered; others wafted on in passing. The idea of closeness to others wasn't comforting, but the woman didn't live this life to be at ease. Perhaps along this voyage she may just collect a new set of wolf teeth — or perhaps the whole body itself to ravage and claim its pelt as her prize.

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