And on that misty morning

It had been easy to keep herself out of trouble between her short jaunts to the battlefield, and assessing the garden that had been left to grow wild in the absence of someone to tend it. When the call came, Sedna was stretching at the entrance to her den with a yawn, vertebrae popping as toes lifted and curled back, tail equally arched over her spine as she greeted the sun. She knew it wasn’t a call she could allow to linger unanswered, so she rose to her full hight, rear legs seemingly tethered to the den as she moved forward, extending each to its full length behind her, snapping the invisible bonds with a shake. She would move a little faster to make up for her morning ritual.

The Archer-Lyall’s steps slowed as she came into sight of the leader, her head dipping respectfully even at a distance. She moved in close to press the underside of his chin with her snout in submissive greeting, allowing her shoulder to bump his, reaffirming the scent of the pack in her fur before she rounded to step back and see what the plan was for the morning. The sand between her toes was a familiar friend, and if scent was anything to go by, this was a place of battle. She was glad she had allowed herself to limber up, it would seem she was going to need it.

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