Little Poor Me [Philly!]

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The young woman had gone further south than she’d planned and headed all the way to Auster. No Face accompanied her of course though that didn’t feel nearly as welcome as when her brother was by her side. The young woman had confessed her desire to form a pack… but since then she’d felt more unsure about forming the Deliverance. She wanted to make a pack, yes, but were her reasons for forming it right? Could she really make a pack to crusade against the “wrong” and believe they were right? Maybe she had to fine tune where the definition of light and dark was…

It was a concept Philomena had struggled with ever since she found herself in the Risen Empire after her father’s death. What did she want, she asked herself again and again. Her paws lead her further and further away from home, getting her lost. No Face didn’t complain however… until they reached this place of Bamboo. He promised to find Philomena after she got through it… but until then she was on her own.

Philomena had thought little of it at first… until she smelled a scent that was faintly familiar. Her fur bristled a little, and the femme looked around, scanning for the bodice of one of them. She wouldn’t attack, no, not without just cause… but that didn’t mean she had to exactly be happy when she saw this other wolf.

Philly braced herself, willing herself not to let the other sneak up on her… though life didn’t work that way. The other dire could be anywhere within the maze… tracking in a place like this wasn’t necessarily easy.