I'll Keep A Bedpan Lit For You

*Amaranth*

Amaranth didn't mind putting in minimal effort whenever possible, regardless of what she was doing. In her opinion wolves who thought that was a lazy, slovenly trait could simply enjoy their high blood pressure, preferably in silence far away from her. Why give something her all, when giving it her 'Meh' was just as good? In this particular instance, she could even go so far as to say snow was making her life easier, providing her a low effort method of tracking. (Emphasis on 'could', because she refused to do so out loud, because Edvard would never let her live it down.)

The cat was off in the woods somewhere, claiming he'd caught a whiff of rabbit and having disappeared not long after. Mara suspected he was actually just bored, not that she could blame him. Tracking down a pack wolf was not often on their agenda. The snow did little to hold in scent, but Mara swore she recognized who was hiding under all that pack nonsense. When the forest opened up to a wide, flat plane she was delighted to have her suspicions confirmed. She'd recognize this wolf anywhere, even if she wasn't sitting around doing something weird. Excitement surged up, taking over her limbs and propelling her forward into a run. "Mævaaaaa!" She barreled headlong across the shoreline and at the last moment leaped with every intention of tackling her sister into a long-awaited hug.

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