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@MadEmperor
It had taken her the better part of three weeks to track down rumors of a gnoll clan who bellowed "Poisonclaw" as their battle cry, and all the while she had been lapping up any scraps of information about a particular gnoll in specific: one seen with a strange ax strapped across his back, though most who had glimpsed him claimed that he had been more concerned with using a wickedly curved sword that he carried.
But one gnoll was harder to find than a handful dozen; she'd gotten vague directions from a merchant caravan at the edge of the plains two days ago and been following the lead ever since.
Squatting in front of the small fire she'd made, Hanako sighed and let her head roll from side to side. "Where are you, party boy?" she muttered, as though the flames might actually answer. She knew a fire was a bit of a risk out in open grasslands, but she had it well contained--and she'd douse the thing before she slept.
For now, she sat in front of the flickering warmth and folded her tails into her lap, tipping her head back to look up at the open sky. She didn't know where Thrax was, how far gone he might be if--
when--she found.
But she was determined to find him all the same.
