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*Alamea* · 11-03-2014, 08:36 PM

The white woman was doing her rounds, as of late she had felt as though she needed to walk around the pack, speak to the members when she could? She walked with some ease though she did not carry herself with the confidence or dominance her rank might have afforded her.
Bright rose orbs watched the lands as she moved bouncing from trees to shrubs and back again. Finally they landed on a clearly living form. The woman paused, drawing in the defeated form of a wolf she did not know. Adjusting her course the woman approached a worried look already upon her delicate features. ?Are you alright?? She asked, her voice soft.

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