Lost Soul's Prayer

Sometimes, Praxis still half-expected to return home from her outings with stories to tell her brothers--as well as Aleksandr and the rest of their royal friends. Yet, it was usually as she started on that trip  home that reality tended to strike: there would only be Calixta waiting for her. Which...wasn't all that bad, really, once she gave it some thought. She often felt emptiness before relief, but ultimately it was the latter that took over in the end, as she could be certain that she was sharing her life with someone who actually cared now. Someone who she could trust was listening to her, to not be acting behind her back.

Hopefully she was doing the same for Cali.

This was a whisper in the back of her mind as she poked through the thicket, admittedly finding some comfort in the familiarity of the forest canopy. There was no shame in missing home, right? Even if she was angry with the ones she and her sister had left behind? Praxis didn't much care to know the answer to that. Instead, she was content to feel and mull over the changes this new life had caused and continued to bring about. At least now, she could be certain of what was going on in her life at all, and that certainty was so far worth everything she'd left behind.

Ah, but what was this? Praxis faltered in her stride, hesitating in her next steps as a telltale scent tickled her nose. Not one that she recognized but one that she knew had been placed with intention. It would seem she'd stumbled upon a pack's border. She huffed and steered herself away from it. On the contrary, one thing her certainty wasn't worth was her safety, and she wasn't about to throw either of those things away with a foolish misstep.

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