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The young woman approached her sister with haste. Brooklyn had something she felt needed to be done, and Mati wanted to know what it was. She looked upwards at the shifted wolfess, though she was tall enough to come beyond the taller females waist. Her four legged form was powerful, and gave her a domineering look. As she closed the distance, she ran ahead and then turned to stand in front of the girl, stopping abruptly. The look at the alabaster girl’s face was not a surprise. There was anger, hate, concentration. Mati spoke, Where are you going Brook? The question had an obvious answer, but she want to know where she thought mother would be. And of course what she though she was going to do when she got there.
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