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    This would be a good stop on her continued trip. She'd waned out for a few days, but she still had many clans left to go, and if she wanted to reach all of them, she couldn't stop now. Adjusting her backpack, Toriel shielded her eyes against the sun as she approached Arcadian Clan territory.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]The young, white furred warrior had been going on a simple solo patrol. He hadn't even been staying for a month and, while most others who had recently joined the clan would still be getting use to their new surroundings and environment, Makoto had already gotten all of the landmarks down in his head and even had a favorite place to escape to if things got out of control. He was about to head back to camp when he saw an unfamiliar figure approaching the border. Ah, who was this? A joiner, perhaps?


    The shorter boy fluttered the tip of his ear nervously. This would be his first time approaching and asking that question, "name and business to someone. Makoto began to pad over towards the figure, a small smile placed onto his face. "U-Uhm, excuse me? What's your name and business with ArcadianClan?" He spoke in a quiet but friendly voice as he neared, tail swishing behind himself.


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    With the most glaring question already asked, the viking themed wolf would wait off to the side until the stranger announced who she was.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Was that the one who was visiting all the clans? Paramedictones believed she had seen her around The Vocatus. Visiting all the clans, if that was what she was doing, was a huge task. The tiger wondered if she'd bitten off more than she could chew, saying nothing as she padded over to stand near Ze.
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