[henbane]

She was beginning to think that maybe she had taken a wrong turn. It had been a day since she decided to turn right over the mountains, and still there was no sign of the river. Henbane, in all her glorious wisdom, decided to take what she thought would be a shortcut. As the crow flies, her father always said. She couldn’t very well sprout wings though, so her only choice had been to climb. However, that was proving to not be the best idea. All Henbane could see was a vast expanse of land. The rolling hills touched the darkening horizon of twilight with no river in sight. At least not any that were familiar to her.
 
The small brown mutt peered closer at the surroundings below, and in the vast prairie there was a verdant patch of green. The westward winds blew with them a familiar scent of a border. She had grown up near one while still a pup where her father would visit. The smells made her feel nostalgic, even if they were the same pack of her childhood. Maybe they could help her? Her father had always warned her about approaching these borders and the wolves within them. He had been exiled for his tryst with her mother, and so she could understand his reservations. There wasn’t much choice though. She had been so preoccupied with trying to get back to her family that her body was wasting away. She had been hungry before that fateful fall into the river, but now she was starving.
 
Carefully Henbane slid down the rolling mountain hill as the night breeze sent a chill through her dusty fur. Only when making it to the base of the mountain had she realized how far off the green place seamed. She could still smell the borders, although it was fainter now. Even though her muscles were tight with exhaustion Henbane pressed forward in a dash across the vast expanse. Although weakened Henbane almost enjoyed her run, now unhindered by the claustrophobic aura of the mountain passages. She flew across the flat lands towards the smell of the borders, the sun finally shrinking behind the mountains she had traversed. As she ran Henbane let out yips and howls to announcing her presence to any in the area.

ooc hhrrnnngg such a long time since I wrote out a roleplay post, so rusty

[Harriette]

ooc: writing this up on my phone - will format later, sorry for any typos!! Also - it’s hard to tell from your post, but it sounds like Henbane crossed the borders so I’m replying as such!

It had been a long while since Harriette had found herself near the borders of Gemini. Typically tucked away in her little comfort zone of the Living Tree, Harriette rarely found reason to wander.

However, today was a day that she felt the need to stretch her legs and really take in the smells of Gemini. It was quiet today, and she needed something to stimulate her mind.

As the pale girl wandered, she found herself coming across a strange sight. She could see a figure running, and their scent was unfamiliar - foreign.

The girl was yipping as she ran, signalling Gemini of her presence. Harriette’s ears perked as she took a quick look around and found no one around. Oh well, looks like she was going to play Ranger today.

“Hey!” She called out in a somewhat startled tone. “Excuse me!” Her feet carried her toward the girl in a run, hoping to catch up to her. “The borders are back there, you’re in Gemini, miss!”

If the girl stopped, Harriette would approach her and huff softly, offering the girl a smile. “Hi there,” she’d say, eyes soft. “Seems you’ve crossed the borders already. What can we do for you?” Always pleasant - perhaps too pleasant. One day she’d find herself in trouble.

If the girl didn’t stop running, Harriette would pick up her pace and bark at the girl, hoping to get her to stop.

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