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*Lament* · 05-15-2019, 09:22 PM

Lament Pyre

“Family.” he agreed softly, pressing a comforting kiss into the back of her head. He might have lost his memories of her, but the feelings were still there. He felt warmth and love. He knew he was protective of this little wolf. She held a lot of answers for him, but he was patient, and didn’t pesture her with all he wished to know. He didn’t ask her about the tree that haunted his dreams, or their parents, their culture. Where home was, through she already admitted she wasn’t certain how to head home.

“Yes, i’ll call to her.” Lament agreed. He couldn’t take Eris across pack lands without permission, so for now it would be less complicated to call Ballad them to them. His sweet sister had been feeling so lost, he could only help this fixed some of the wounds in her heart.

He ruffled Eris’s coat, tapped out a smile on her paw, and straightened his posture, tipping back his head as he called to his sister. There was urgency in his tone, but no danger, so she would know he was not in trouble.

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