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Nephele:

She arrived on the tail end of something, it seemed, speeding herself along across the landscape.

There was blood in the air, and a distant figure racing along back towards the mountains. Nephele surged past both coyote and pharoah, wrapping the mask of Sabah around herself as she slid to a dusty stop, eyes flicking back and forth, everything about her on edge. Was the white speck going to return to them? Was Nephele going to have to abandon this place for another?

To those who didn’t know her true self, she was simply being a bulwark, her haunches and nape lifted, staring after the pale shape like she could kill simply by looking. But, alas, she was a rather good actor, and hid her internal freak out rather well.