Is this returning home?

Tired, and struggling to gain any sort of familiarity around her, she was taken utterly by surprise when a colourful wolf appeared suddenly across the plain in front of her. They closed the distance with great speed, and called her name repeatedly. Clearly, this was someone that knew her. She found herself flinching without really meaning to. The colourful wolf gave her name, and it sounded sort of familiar. If only because Widow had listed a few names of wolves she was supposed to know.

Looking at this wolf, she didn’t feel any familiarity, and she knew that was wrong. She didn’t want to disappoint this friend/stranger, and it left her unsure on what to say. She hesitated and looked at the bird as Morticia dropped it. “Ohh… thank you” she said, rubbing her sore head, and glancing up at the other wolf through shy eyes. “I… I am home, I guess.” so why didn’t it feel like she was?


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