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Zasha was surprised to hear a male voice speak behind her. She did not hear him approach and wondered how long he had been there. She turned her head to look at him, and could tell he was eager for the fish as she was. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who caught the scent. She nodded her head as in a hello and turned back to the male and young female. She was surprised to hear the heavily accent of Russian in Liliya’s voice. It showed as her eyes widen while listening to her speak. Of course questions fluttered in her mind; what part of Russia were they from and how long have they been here? It had been a long time since she heard a Russian dialect. It came as a shock that it felt good to hear it again. It added another reason for her to like the idea of staying in this pack.
Again the heavenly scent made it to her nose. How lucky was she to get to experience this little gathering the first day she joined the pack. Russo had another fish dangling on his line. This was going to be a good feast. She couldn’t wait to get to know some of the pack. The day couldn’t be better for this. Pleasant surroundings and enjoyable company always made for a good day. She bet it would be beautiful here at sunset. She wished she had some artistic ability in her. Throughout her travels Zasha wished she had something to captures moments on. She found herself forgetting details about some of her visits. It was a shame. Her brain just couldn’t hold everything she wanted it to.
At one point in time she had an audio recorder. She used to capture some stories she heard and fun time and festivals she had experienced in different packs. Unfortunately it broke one day when traveling. It fell out of a bag she would carry and into a river. It had depressed her for days. Ever since then she refused to carry items with her. Packs had tried to give her things, upon denial they wanted to tattoo her, again she refused. Now thought she wished she had taken the tattoos. It would make for them most interesting appearance to have so many different brands on her.“Well it is good to meet ya’ll. I just joined the pack today. I guess there isn’t a better way to start a first day.” She said smiling and sitting. “Thanks for letting me join your meal.”
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