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Ash to ashes, dust to dust [Newt wolves/Tortuga]



Champion


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07-02-2013, 06:50 AM



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This place was a land of beauty, one of those rare unimaginable treasures that made Champion proud to be wolf of the North. Any other day, she wouldn't been trying to scale one of those ice arches, or maybe waiting round til dusk and play with the glowing plankton that flitted like fireflies beneath the solid layer of ice. Perhaps she still would later on. She knew how much Newt was smarting at the loss of her title, but truth be told, Champion, with all her free spirit, couldn't see it as anything worth mourning over. Newt was still alive. Her children were still alive All of the packmates that were worth having would come to Newt's call and remain loyal. There were plenty of other places out there just as beautiful to behold as the Rewoods - this place here was one of them.

Champion had been doing her best to tend to Newt's wounds, but most of the healing process depended on the strength of the patient. Which meant of course that Newt didn't have to worry about anything. She'd heal up and train up, and if her heart so desired it, she could have her packlands back in a season. Truth be told, if Champion was called upon, she would fight for the fae too. She was always looking for a fight... she just didn't want to leave Newt's side at such a time.

The mammoth came half trotting, half skipping across the ice, her head swinging back and forth as she looked for any of the others, mainly her boy Vioxes. It was odd to admit it, but she'd be rather heart broken if he chose to stay with Medusa. As soon as her burgondy eyes found the Grey Lady, however, Champion kicked up her pace to a high lope, scoring the surface of the ice with her claws til she reached the bank.

A couple sniffs informed her of Newt's current physical condition. But what about mental? No doubt she'd find out in good time. For the minute Champion's only response was a half sad, half smirking grin and the comment of, "Don't fret too much, we'll flay 'em all in good time."



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