Whitefish River amuse-bouche
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Set around the 16/17th. Vague-ish.


If she wanted to remain safe she would need to keep moving, but that would prove difficult as the borderlands to a well-marked claim arose as if by magic before her. The forest had thinned and she had debated crossing beyond those trees to the riverside's continuance, but by doing so she crossed the border and realized her mistake a moment too late. Stryx cursed at herself beneath her breath as she backpedalled, tucking her tail against her legs and ducking her head so it was level with her shoulders, visibly remorseful to anyone that might have witnessed her blunder, and she crossed north again, to where the scents thinned among the trees - where she'd started, in other words. It was immediately frustrating.