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Mortis · 10-09-2020, 03:32 PM

He still couldn’t believe it. Asla’s leg had snapped none of his siblings had been badly injured, not since Mortis had broken his paw being thrown off a cliff by Azure at a very young age. He liked to think of his siblings as being immortal, impossible to hurt, everlasting. Any other thought was much too frightening for him.

He did not know if she wanted company, but he needed to see his sister, to cover her kisses and see for himself that she would be okay. He arrived at the entrance of her den, passing a small fireplace, and catching the scent of his sister, and the wolf he vaguely knew of as her appointed guard.
“Asla, can I come in?”

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