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It was closing in on the darkest part of the night when Ralla went to seek Kemo out. She was scared and needed him there with her, because she had had various omens of upset; most from the pit of her stomach. Her previous vision of red on snow haunted her, and her breath came ragged as she ran to the hollow where Kemo was. The sky was yet cloudy, but in all honesty, she wanted to know if he was still alright. The vision in Cour des Miracles had had them both shaking, but now she felt a real cause for worry. It wasn't often that such powerful or nagging feelings came to her, but when they did... Moon grant that I can prevent harm.
She had charted the stars and the cycles of the moon, and it had shown that that night was the night of the Harvest Moon; typically a good omen. But because of the alignment of some stars and the weather that was plaguing them with snow, it gave Ralla cause for much worry. While the Blood Moon Pack's symbol was that of a red moon, it symbolized worse things; things akin to the meaning of her old vision. "Kemo?" she called out, much like every other time that she seeked him out. She came over that crest of tree roots pure white that night; no beads, no tribal paint, no adornments save her necklaces and brand. Her pupils were dilated to soak in as much light as they could to allow vision, but still she searched for his scent. With a coat as light as theirs, either one would have no trouble finding each other, even in the pseudo-darkness.
She and Noss had long since planned to leave a few days from the current day to scout out the Halycon mountains for the journey south, and she most certainly didn't want to leave Kemo not knowing if he was alright or not. Moon, she didn't want to leave him at all. Would he come? Would he want to? Could she risk a blind wolf traversing snowy, treacherous mountains on her watch? She had to remind herself that he had already seen much of Nova Scotia on his own and travelled from the Moon Tribe to Nova Scotia despite his impairment--or not--and so she let that issue go. She joked with herself, if not only to lighten her own panic, that she was beginning to worry for him the same way that he said and acted like he worried for her. If we're not careful, we'll both turn gray long before our time... The ill-timed humor did nothing to soothe those pangs of terror in her gut, and so she continued to look for Kemo. If anything, she needed his strength. He often insisted that he was dangerous to her, but Ralla had come to depend on his sure-footedness to keep her steady. She could rely on that.
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
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