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-snags thread- 
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With spring finally embracing the lands with its warm, the world outside seemed to have a calm, serene quality. The quiet days lately had been feeling even more devoid of energy especially after the collapse of Old Red not long ago. The fall of that old building had essentially sent a shockwave through the pack, effecting most of the residents in one way or another. The Marino had spent the tense days follow its collapse either poking around the barn’s debris or checking in upon his wounded family members. He hated seeing both his niece and his sister confined to the manor, pained and healing from their wounds. But he was thankful that their lives had not been taken from them during the incident. While Fate was a fickle goddess, it appeared that she was benevolent enough to protect them from mortal wounds.
So the quietude felt even heavier and more profound to Ehno these past few days, and eventually it convinced him to venture out further than the Manor or what was left of Old Red. He stepped gingerly through the orchard, almost feeling as if any sounds louder than the soft rustle of the breeze through the leaves or the gentle birdsongs would shatter the established tranquility of recent days. His thoughts became so preoccupied with sounds and the surroundings that it came as quite a surprise when discovered that he wasn’t alone among the collection of apple trees. The male nearly walked right past the woman beneath the tree without noticing her, but the subtle shift of the breeze called her familiar scent to his attention.
Ehno stopped abruptly in his leisurely trek, turning to face the lady who sat under the tree’s speckled shade. He frowned slightly at the sight of her despondent features, immediately wondering what could be pulling her spirits down so low. “Hello there, Colibri,” he said softly, his lips turning up in a slight, encouraging smile that reflected within his amber gaze.