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Saxif sat there slightly offended and mildly jealous of the stone coloured wolf’s reaction to her discomfort. It was one she was hoping not to receive, but everything this wolf did seemed to surprise her. He momentarily seemed in brighter spirits and shortly offered his help to her yet again. She felt she was beginning to become unfair. He had aided her twice and she had not done a thing for Pripyat yet. She also felt better as he spoke in a manner that seemed unlike her original impression of him. She couldn’t help but to smile again nodding her head in a thankful manner. She thought to herself she would find them a meal when they were done for the day, a fresh meal. It was the least she could do since she lacked skill in anything but the hunt. She enjoyed these lands though because they were lush with small animals for the taking. It wouldn’t be hard to find them a late night dinner. As the wolf was absent she felt revitalized by the thought of hunting. It would be her reward she thought, her motivation to move forward with each day. The hunt was her love, her life and her future. She arose from her perch of self-pity and continued her work.
When the grey wolf returned with water it added to her reclamation of energy. Thank you Pripyat. Before she knew it her heart was pumping again from work but it beat with less pain to her limbs. Her second wind arrived and would stay for the rest of the day. She watched as she and the male neared the end of the clearing as though it had been just short minutes. The hours had been silent as she thought of her later hunt, her hope to offer this male the taste of meat so fresh the blood still hot. She smiled pondering his surprise of her gift, his tiny smirk that she had seen more times in the day than she had expected. She found herself staring at the wolf secretly watching his muscles shift with each lift and toss of a board. It was something that she had not done in a while. Really watch a male as a female, she shook her head. She felt silly; this wasn’t like her to feel this way. She hoped it wouldn’t show she didn’t want to feel like she had not long before her betrayal.
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