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By the light of the afternoon, she was guided from her reserve into the winding spires of the forest once more. Paws drenched in agony played delicately upon the ground until they felt only numb to the presence that traversed the welcoming lands. Those grounds had become a favored haunt of the female, now not once but twice did she find herself with the enveloping shadows cast by the reaching trees. As she walked along in careful stride, she kept within her breast a feeling long since felt; true belonging...the irrefutable sensation of returning home with not lupine kind but the whole of nature welcoming her back as a long lost daughter. In truth she could not say she knew the feeling of returning home, but it was the closest likeness of what she imagined the feeling to be and held fast to it with both mental strength and that of the soul.

Yet...within the arms of her beloved recess, a sound indicative of life conveyed that she was not alone. A shrewd chord played coarsely upon her ears not only drew her steps to a pause, but turn the female to face him fully. Her head was kept upon its throne of certainty whilst upon her visage was placed the mask of true indifference, cracked slightly only by the flicker of curiosity spying from an amber eye.

Briefly her gaze swept over the elder male, paying little mind to the accents of his pelt and concluded in a hastily construed fashion that the beast was indeed composed in black. Congealed from the shadows themselves, with tendrils of blessed nature still clinging to its creation...reluctant to let him free. And to this sight, she uttered not a word. Simply allowing her bi-colored orbs to reflect within the glows embers of his own, she turned just as swiftly and pressed a weathered paw forward to carry on.



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