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Delilah had spent the last few days exploring her new home. The days were full of adventure, the nights a bit lonely, but she had made it to the southeast region. She had expected a nice, long sleep that night as she resorted to taking shelter under a tree, but instead the cool air had kept her awake. There was air, and the memory of Vespar. Now she rarely thought about him, her mind occupied with thoughts about the pack. During the night's silence she thought about him, and realized that she was scared. How could she look at something and not remember him? He had only passed away a month ago. Why didn't his memory hurt like it used to?

The howl came after some time. Delilah was all too eager to see some action, taking her mind off of her former mate. She grabbed her shortbow and a few of her thin sticks, thin white legs quickly starting to run, skimming over the ground as she made her way to the peak. She remembered being frustrated to tell Saul that she really had no talent when she had joined the pack. Since then she had been practifing her archery skills, using sharpened twigs as ammunition. She had improved slightly, but now was her chance to really let it show.

The smell of deer was apparent as she got closer. Feeling more energized than ever she had to force herself to stop when she saw Saul himself. She still felt a bit shy, but she managed to greet him audibly. "Hello, Saul. Rallying a hunt?" It was an obvious question, but she wanted to hear if he had a plan.


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