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Angel's Wings



Imena

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10-02-2013, 06:39 PM




With the pending war soon to break upon Vahalla and Glaciem like a dark storm cloud, the dark colored female spent her waking hours collecting herbs, never stopping till the end of the day. Her life had become so busy now with prepairing for the winter which had now settled in and training the pack's pups. She had to say that was the best part of her day. They made her long for her own but she was more than content to just be able to be near them and teach them. They were the ones that gave her hope, made her believe Valhalla would win. The pack just had to. Imena had sat that may nights trying to think of an escape plan for the pups and herself should they ever need one. Often times she would voice it to her mate Cael, fear and worry heavy in her voice. But Cael always seemed to chase those worries away, like light shining through the darkness. No matter what happened she would have him and he would have her. But he had to know that those pups would always come first.


She would sigh softly as she searched for any herbs still clinging on to life with the bitter cold. She had left the herbs closest to the den untouched, leaving them to ensure they grew back come spring. The den she shared with her mate was already well stocked. She shook her head, seeing that nothing was out here in this brown plains. At least she could gather more bedding to insulate the den more from the cold. She set to carefully ripping up the long grasses, making a pile next to her.


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