Here come’s trouble

Taking another late night stroll with Otis, she crossed a trail that had her pausing mid-stride, nose intently snuffling the dirt as she circled once, then twice. She was sure. As sure as the sun would rise tomorrow that her sister was nearby. Stalking forward on lengthened strides, her head dipped low and her head canted ever so slightly to negate the dark with her hearing, Sedna advanced into the Willows, the shuffling of her companion struggling to keep up the only sound other than her own steps. Of course she’d be there if she was anywhere... The pull would be as undeniable to Matilda as it was to herself. The scent was growing stronger now, and the Archer-Lyall sent out a chuff, only pausing to see if it would be answered. She had come here seeking one relative and potentially had found herself another. She planned to get to the bottom of it one way or another.

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