Smells Like Teen Spirit

Large white paws carried the Tortuga wolf further from her territory. She'd stayed pretty close by of late, still coming to terms with the changes in the pack. Qanik was getting older; she didn't deal with change easily, especially change coming so close on the heels of her actually finding a new home. Now she was venturing out again, but not toward the south as she so longed to do. If she were to admit it to herself, she would know that she was avoiding Flamesong. She was afraid of how attracted she was, afraid to see him again after the time they'd spent together after her accident. Afraid, maybe, to find out that he didn't return her affection.

So she traversed the northern lands, exploring them as she hadn't done since she was a rogue. A strange structure caught her attention, and she moved closer to investigate. Almost immediately a familiar scent assailed her senses, and Qanik had to smile in chagrin. Trying to avoid Flamesong by going north, yet fate had other plans.

She stepped forth into the cavernous interior, following the scent until she could see movement, then stopped. Her face softened at the sight of Flamesong playing with some relic. "Hello, Flamesong," she murmured.



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