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The days were dry, and it left the nights still and cold. Earlier, winds stirred the forest and caused the dirt to fly. It left everything feeling dusted and the smell of earth was everywhere. Citrinestorm was out in the forest, her gait quick with small pauses where she looked over her surroundings before she proceeded. She was on the hunt, her movements unheard and with purpose, but no target had entered her scope. She began to wonder what would even be out to catch with such a night.
Shorter days meant longer nights, nights filled with chilling shadows that eagerly swallowed those foolish to wander into their grasp. Sickly yellow eyes watched the female move by, curious but not enough to speak out to her. Detached enough from her and her own concerns to be unbothered by the normal social requirements of inquiring towards why she was out at night. Though such an inquiry would be hindered by the simple fact the two had never met before. By the fact the two shouldn't even have cause to cause paths, as while this might be her own home it was not his.
As she continued, her hope dwindled. One heave of her lungs sent her breath out into the air, a physical notion of her lack of success. It couldn't be helped, not on such a cold night this early in the year. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she was not alone. Citrinestorm was perhaps in status a young warrior, but her skill paralleled some of the seasoned warriors of her clan. It was that strong intuition of hers. Frowning, her gaze swept the undergrowth. A clanmate, perhaps? No. Surely they'd be aware of her presence and have already called out. Feigning that she lost interest and let her guard down, she continued to act as if she was hunting. And she was... just it wasn't the normal sort of prey.
