OOC: Wow you really seem to be staying online quite often these days 
He couldn't remember exactly how long it had been since the last time he had seen Ralla and it was his own fault that he couldn't. The memory of the wolfess had always brought a smile to his face, even with all the sadness that came with that. Failure just wasn't an option for him. How could he allowed to even be around her if he couldn't even protect her from himself?
He pushed that thought from his mind, along with the crushing blow it would soon be dealing him. As he walked back to his old den, the place where he had met Ralla again just before heading off to Cour des Miracles, he began to think of the happy times he had with her. He went back to the time when they first met. He took his place in the den, head hanging out sadly in Lupus form. She had been the very first wolfess, hell the first creature, he had met when he arrived in these lands. Peculiar indeed, but what did it mean? Was it simply fate that tied their destinies together, or was he missing an important detail, something that could change his entire outlook on everything?
It was then that he heard the beads, the heavy footfalls, the slight crunching of leaves. He knew what his first thought would be before it even popped into his head. Ralla... but no, that just wasn't possible. It must be someone else, someone from AniWaya coming to tell him that he couldn't stay here anymore. Fine by him, this place brought too many sad memories of what could have been. She never left his mind, haunted his dreams, sometimes he could even hear her voice, which explains why he missed the small "Kemo?", but the peculiar howl brought him out of his thoughts.
Could it be? He looked in her direction, recognizing her strides, though the sound was slightly different, as if she was carrying something. He jumped out of the hollow tree and shifted to Optime form, "watching" her approach carefully.
"Ralla...what are you doing here?" He said it with a sadness, because he still believed she wanted nothing to do with him. It had been a long time since they last met, but nothing had changed in his mind.
Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.
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