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"You know your goal." Mother E'tani spoke as she glanced over towards the tom that traveled beside her, rattled in bald spots and with wild wide eyes. The picture of unhinged paranoia wrapped into the body of a feline. She hoped he could keep it together enough to do this thing for her but if not there were fall backs in place. "Don't dwaddle we have no idea how long you have." She added as she reached out and gave him a light shove that would send him stumbling over the border and into Regime territory. She watched him moving away for a moment before she nodded and turned swiftly to leave the scene of the crime so to say. Back towards the territory of the league that was wrapped in a perpetual state of fog now a days due to the night and day temperature changes and lower elevation.
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He stumbled over the border and looked back only briefly before slinking further into Renegade Regime territory. His face twitching and neck jerking as he considered turning back around and telling Mother E'tani that maybe they should do it tomorrow. He pressed forward though, stopping occasionally to bite at the balding spot on the base of his tail, before continuing further into the territory. The scent of Primal Instinct strong on his pelt. "Hope there no spooks around here..." He mumbled to himself.
