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She couldn’t quite remember what had set her off, but Geneva had reached a level of disquiet within her heart that had led her to do something that she had not done for many, many seasons. The gray scale female stumbled about, weariness sinking in her bones as she continued to peer through the snow laden landscape. She had found Anathema twice before already. First, she had been scouting when she had stumbled upon Naniko. She had been so surprised and happy to see her friend. It had been the happiest she had been in several weeks. And only a few days before she had ventured out again, seeking Naniko but instead finding her relative, Selene D’Angelo.
Geneva clutched the tinted glass bottle in her hand. Her eyesight was bleary enough that she could not quite read the print on the label anymore. But when she titled its contents down her throat, it no longer burned or tasted too strong. She could only surmise that it meant that the potent drink was working its sinister magic on her. She was not quite imbued with a feeling of well being, which she had once associated with the potent drink, but at least her head was muzzy enough to make her feel disconnected.
In the twilight gloom, Geneva crossed the borders of the newly formed pack, Anathema, without any concern or fear of offending those who resided within. Naniko had told her that she was welcome whenever she pleased, and she took the Angela at her word. If she stumbled upon anyone who would try to bar her way, she would let Naniko deal with them. Geneva’s patience had grown slimmer and slimmer with the passing time that it took to reach Anathema, not regarding Naniko by any means, but regarding anyone who would stand in her way.
The slight boned woman finally made it to the mouth of the caverns, crossing their threshold boldly. It gave her a slight thrill to come here, announced and uninvited. Usually, she tried to follow pack decorum to a “t,” but now she could care less. And she knew that Naniko would not mind. She hoped that she would find her white furred friend as she finally reached the entrance to her quarters, tracing her path through her murky memories of being here only once before. Lime green eyes peered through the dim lighting. ”Naniko? Are you here?” Her whisper soft voice was carried on the bitter-sweet scent of alcohol on her breath. A chilling thought went through her. ”Is your son with you?” She would not want to inflict herself upon Naniko if she was watching her child; Geneva was in a certain state, but she still would not want to bring harm to her friend, even if her judgement was impaired at this point.
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