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She turned to check the space behind her, only to find more of the forest trail now sprawled in her wake - all remnants of the alpines were gone.
How bizarre - and suspicious.
Elli swallowed the sense of unease that rose with not having her bearings before she swung her head forward once more - just to bump into a figure of silver and white right as they cleared their throat. She hopped back reflexively with a grumble, dark ears pinned as eyes of earth and sea snapped toward the source of her obstruction.
Before her stood a man dressed in monochromes, holding an expression that ordinarily might have grated on her.
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, but anger did not yet flare - a rarity of late. Maybe it was the strange scent in the air that gave her an edge of tolerance, but she wasn't pushed to demand a blood bounty from the unfortunate stranger... yet. Her lips flattened into a line.
Who are you?Elli prompted.
Do they not practice personal space where you come from?
