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The scent of Rusalka was still strong on her fur. When not travelling, Ying occupied her time by rolling in an assortment of half-frozen mud puddles and piles of snow in an effort to free herself of the stench. They were all untrustworthy and disloyal, regardless of what they claimed; hypocrisy ran rampant at the plateau.

She had been successful in several small hunts, but found that none of them had been enough satiate her for long. Ying wandered through the plains in search of a trail to track for the duration of the afternoon.