She walked along the beach, taking the time to find herself again after having been sick for so long. She had managed to regain her weight and her fur had returned to its natural luster. She still blamed the effects of the long night...though she also partly blamed the Fallen God...he had cursed one of her children. Cursed her health. Seemingly cursed the pack...It had all been rather unnerving and troublesome, but she'd been adapting and overcoming the challenges and obstacles the Abraxas God had been thrusting upon her.
The salty air seemed to be doing her some good, and the crash of the water against the rocks helped to clear her mind. She kept her pace steady as she was in no particular hurry to be anywhere.
A call above from Namid alerted her. It appeared someone else was hanging around on the rocky shore, though it likely wasn't an enemy. With the shift of the wind, she could smell the familiar scent of Valhalla. And for a brief moment, hope flared in her chest. Was it Viviane? She hadn't seen the girl in so long...
Hurrying just a bit, she made her way across the shore. When she rounded the rocks, she was disappointed to find not Viviane, but a rather large male wolf who nearly appeared to be lit with flames with the breeze. She didn't know who he was, but he was certainly Valhallan. A neighbor. "Oh, pardon my intrusion. I thought you might've been someone else..."
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