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There was an eerie calmness to these former lands of abundance as Sphinx Avalon once more set paw onto the soils of Relic Lore, warm amber irises ever scouring about the trunks of the giant cedars that surrounded her now. Scents both familiar in a generalized sense and unknown danced atop the airways while birds chirped amongst the treetops. How long had it been since she last walked these parts? If memory recalled, a pack once claimed this forest as their home. Their name, though, she couldn't place. It mattered not to Sphinx, though, in the end, for this was not the sea filled with rolling waves of gold that pleasantly filled her childhood memories. This was not her home. This was nothing more than perhaps a temporary reprieve from her travels.
A momentary scowl marred her silvered maw as speckled limbs pressed onwards, huffing in a way that would have made anyone that truly knew the Avalon woman think a certain grumpy individual was present instead. How she missed that grumpy, dark-coated fool who taught her much in her younger days, but now was not the time for such reminiscing. Lil bug was not quite so little anymore.
It was the sound of trickling water that caused a silvered ear to swivel in piqued interest, paws deviating from their current path of travel slightly to seek out the source of water. Soon enough the steady flowing surface of the creek came into view, beckoning a salmon tongue to lap feverishly at its resources until a parched throat was satisfied. Despite Sphinx's agenda, this place was deemed good as any to serve as a temporary stop to recoup from her hard travels.