Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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Dracana moved near the forests of Traydon river. Her steps were silent, years of practice. The only thing betraying her presence was the fact she moved freely. The grey wolfess wasn't trying to hide. Her thicker coat from spending more time up in the mountains where it generally stayed cool. She didn't mind the spring weather. The smells in the air were enough to conceal her rather neutral scent to the majority of the world.

Her green eyes drifted here and there now and again as she moved through the forest. Her initial task was taken care of with her daughter working on another portion of it. Dracana was able to take a brief break, if it could be called there. Her tail twitched slightly and her ears flicked at a sound. Scratching on a tree? Interesting. She altered her course slightly towards the source. As she did, the scent of a jaguar was on the route she was taking.

Jaguars were uncommon here, Dracana mused as she reached the tree Bane had used as, in the fae's mind, a scratching post. Almost immediately, her green eyes darted up. Whoever he was had probably noticed her by now. If he hadn't, well that would be sorely disappointing. Even the simplest minds would see someone right below them.

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