The other wolf seemed to have had the same initial reaction as her, fear. She called Frost a spirit, she was certainly no ghost it was her sister that was the ghost. And who was this Gelus that she spoke about, she didn’t remember any Gelus from her old pack. They started to come closer to her with tears in their eyes, they had to be her sister anybody else wouldn’t be able to cry over someone they never even knew. Her pupils would return to normal, she would attempt to close the distance that was left between them. To her crying was a weakness, it was the weakest point that anyone could be found in. But regardless of what life had taught her she would look down at her sister and smile. Her eyes watered, she had family, even if it was only one wolf she didn’t care it was family nonetheless. “Neither can I” she would speak softly. She would nuzzle her sister between the ears, this was way better than what any pack had given her.
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