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07-05-2013, 10:58 AM
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Claire stopped her mechanical movements only when another wolf appeared. He was black, with mismatched eyes like her siblings, and the star on his forehead reminded her vaguely of the marking that adorned Fintan's forehead. She closed her eyes for a moment to ward the thought off. His similarities to her siblings reminded her only of what she was missing in that moment, and while she was sure he meant the best (the fact that in a place like this, he could be a wolf out for blood or something similar did not even occur to the female), she could do without the reminders of her brothers.

The Irish accent only served to remind her more of her siblings. Claire flicked her ears, lifting her head slightly to look at the black wolf, taking comfort in the gaze that reminded her so dearly of her Fintan. "I . . . yes, I'm fine. Thank you." The Irish lilt to her words was thicker than usual, due mostly to the fact that Claire wasn't really thinking about what she was saying.

She was busy trying to shake the fact that he reminded her of her brothers. The aching reminder was not one that she particularly appreciated. She didn't want to think about them right then. She needed them. As much as she tried to prove that she could handle herself, she needed them. They were her family. Without them she had nothing. No mother, no father. No pack to turn to when she couldn't take care of herself any more.

Everybody needed someone to turn to. Claire was no exception. And right then, she needed her brothers. Needed to know that they were okay. She wasn't worried about herself as much as she was worried about them. Family had been ingrained into her since day one, and ever since the death of her parents, well, they had been inseparable. Until now.

But where were her manners? It took Claire a long moment to turn her mismatched gaze upon the black male once more. And began to take notice of her surroundings for the first time. Woah. This wasn't the nicest looking place. Ew. It stunk of blood. How had she missed that? "What is this place?" Claire asked absently, gaze roving her surroundings curiously.



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