Ashtoreth was doing her usual. The reigning group of Canis, The Bonebound, was kicked into some kind of fuss, and she could have gotten involved-- she was family, and what was their problem was her problem too-- but frankly, she felt like she would just get in the way. So she was distracting herself, as her whole life was a crash course in disassociation and scrambling over any possible diversion to keep her mind off of things.
This involved anything from chasing down cave mice, practicing her magic, and taking dust baths and naps in quiet shadowed corners, but today, she was scrambling through piles of bones, sending them clattering about. She had half a mind to pay attention to how they fell, and also to make sure that she didn't see anything that set off alarm bells that she should stop, but for the most part, the noise and action kept her senses diverged from the usual trappings.
She was charging through a stretch of spare ribs and other miscellaneous bones when she spotted a young gembound picking through the area with fresh pink eyes, and immediately she slammed on the breaks. One paw slipped on a small, eroded bone and she fell flat on her face, her back end flipping her end over end. She landed on her back in a flutter of orange-dusted feathers in front of the dhole, eyes wide.
I meant to do that, she thought, her feathers fluffing as she scrambled up to her feet and neatly folded her wings in at her flank. She perked her ears at the stranger, and tilted her head curiously at them. They seemed young-- maybe a new hatchling?
@Valora
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