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*Caelia* · 04-17-2019, 05:57 PM

Caelia was slowly, begrudgingly, growing used to life without her mother. Despite the extra attention that Aurielle had given her, and her own newfounded goals to learn about how packs worked - even ones outside of Valhalla, as the pack had been renamed - she still felt uneasy and restless in her own pelt. The pain of losing Gwenevere had hardly lessened, but it was no longer at the forefront of her mind at every waking moment. Slowly she was growing able to focus on other things, though her loss was not easily pushed aside. It hung heavily at the back of her mind, and she'd mistaken various packmates for her mother - if but for a split second - more than once lately.

Either way, she was doing... marginally better, but better. Better enough on the surface. There was no outward signs that her mind was dipping into a relatively dark place as she ventured through the plains, veering cautiously across the familiar terrain. A quiet sigh fell from her lips as she continued on through the tall grass, deciding that the day was growing slightly too warm to remain out in the open for much longer. Not that she had many options. Tongue lolling from the side of her mouth, she headed toward the direction she knew the nearest stream to be, moving with intent.

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