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Belle continued to face, having to call upon her patience as her paws carried her back and forth over the ground. Her magenta gaze saw a herd of buffalo in the distance, but the didn’t seem to move in distress so she knew no wolves came from that direction. She sighed heavily as the minutes wore on, and was beginning to come to the conclusion that she was going to have to play with herself. She grumbled softly as she paced another round and caught sight of a shape coming her direction. Magenta gaze didn’t leave it as it started taking shape. Light brows knit until she realized who it was.

With her gaze widening only slightly and her grin very much more she greeted her sister with an eager nod. She couldn’t help her grin as the woman appeared before her, teasing slightly as she asked about the bones. Belle adopted a dark look as she feigned seriousness. ”You haven't?” She asked as though Samara should have been doing the same this whole time. ”Of course not sister,” she replied so her sister knew Belle wasn’t bothered with her pace. ”Right on time.” Though this hadn’t been the reunion she looked forward to Bell was glad to be in Samara’s presence.

She didn’t hesitate to scoot closer to her small sister as she raised her brows. ”So you’ve answered, are you prepared to play… guinea pig?” She chuckled softly, remembering fondly when they’d done similar as kids just learning their way around the healing art. ”Can you guess what I want to use them for?” She asked with an eager curiosity, eager to show her thoughts to Samara, but also see if she might have a different take and other ideas about the bones.

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