Munyu had stopped at a crossroads. It was a spot not claimed as territory by any sort of pride, colony, or pack. This crossroads, in particular, was busy with traveling merchants and parties heading towards one place or another. There were dens that belonged to those who lived there and profited off the travelers. And there were hired guards, to protect the hotspot between territories. Munyu lounged underneath the shade of a tree, munching on a fruit she had haggled off a merchant, her own purse of valuables to trade looped around her body.
Seaki
Lmao I never quoted you, whoops