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The walk had been especially long on two legs. Most would call her hike from the castle all the way to the lands of Aniwaya a journey; but to the hybrid, journeys were some thing you were supposed to enjoy. So the girl considered it practice. To put it in the nicest words, complete isolation, well, it sucked. She had not ventured far from the castle lately, and this seemed like the perfect time to do it. Noah was one reason for her to stick around; but she could not even his presence of her longing for travel.
Yuki knew the rules of packlands quite well after being a loner all her life. She had made sure to follow them for the most part, but as long as she did not step into the scented area she didn't consider it trespassing. She wasn't looking for any thing specifically, but what she did find startled her. She caught sight of the man as he was running, and quickly did a double take. Her bi-coloured eyes immediately picked up on the gold, glistening design on his face. "But where is he running?" She automatically took a few steps forward upon watching him collapse, "Stupid girl, what are you doing? He might not even remember you.." The words were spoken in her mother's voice, so of course they were followed by a few insults. But after a minute of trying to refocus, Yuki finally began walking towards the man again.
"Why’d you have to leave me like this, Ember?!"
Her heart became heavy; it was difficult to see her old hero in this state. She sank down beside him, one hand still on her towel as she reached out and touched his shoulder; "Moonfyre?" She pulled on his shoulder in an attempt to turn him over to face her. Of course she was expecting him to move away, but at least if he did he would at least know she tried. Even if he did not let her touch him, he might stick around long enough for her to figure out what was wrong.
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