March On
The journey to the east had been long, and they had settled a little further from the coast than they had previously. The children were unsettled, worried. Their father, even more so. Stress was rampant amongst the travelers. Thus, the dame needed some time to rest on her own. She returned to familiar grounds, seeking solace. It was a few hours of walking from their current camp, but worth the trip. Swallowed by the familiarity of the mangrove, the phantom traipsed through the glowing waters. Stirring up silt in her wake. Ducking beneath a low hanging branch, she hummed softly to herself. It was peaceful here, just as it had always been. Before she knew it, the other edge of the territory came into view. Had she really walked all the way through? Upon the shore, nestled among the roots of a mangrove tree, was another wolf. Oh! The pale woman paused. It looked as though she might be napping. If not that, she was likely trying to get some rest. Paws clad in coal stockings backpedaled as quietly as she could. Best to leave the stranger to her rest. No doubt she needed it, and who was she to determine whether the russet marked wolf deserved it? Hind paw hit against some roots, scraping the rough bark against her heel. "Oof," She grunted softly, crown turning to look at the offending limb.
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