remnants of the past
because she was literally dying of heat stroke at this moment.
the young woman had traveled quite far to reach these lands and she didn't even know the name of it. or where she was standing at this moment. all she knew is she was alive and that was good enough for her. most people didn't reach new places without a few scratches. she'd done fine for herself. lifting her head, the piebald would wander the ruins of the island without care. sometimes she'd bend idly over to sniff at some crumbling structure before thinking she needed to find somewhere to sleep. the evening filled the sky with purple-pink hues and the birds had gone silent. crickets would come out soon.
at least the heat wasn't unbearable anymore with the lowering sun.
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"SPEECH"
He felt like he was back at square one in his life, scouting territories that would be suitable for a pack. The south had been a perfect spot, but had grown to crowded with packs. His choice had been to disband for the time being and he would call the pack together again once he had found something more suitable. All the hard work of the willows would have to be repeated once he found a new territory and he once again had a lot of work ahead of him. He was also alone once again which the solitude gave him plenty of time to think and plan.
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