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Niro decided to head back to Dahlia borders, once again, this time he found himself being more confident to use a horse, so that he would have more time with his children, he found the mare that Heath had trained him on, and that he’d been practicing since then, little by little, it felt good to be off his leg, though it was almost fully healed he could feel the cold enjoyed to make his joint hurt more. The ride to Dahlia was quite eventless, although the horse and Marahute didn’t seem to get along too well, there wasn’t a scuffle, Marahute tended to fly overhead the whole time. Niro had lots of things to think about as he moved through the eclipse and the valleys that lay between Cour des Miracles and Dahlia de Mai. He rode up to the borders of Dahlia, finding the area where he’d first howled for his children.
He was not apprehensive this time as he was excited to see how much they had grown, he lifted his head in anticipation and howled, hoping that at least one of his girls would come to him, sliding off the mare, he waited for the children he’d fathered, and yet was not much of a dad to.
