It is said that time heals all wounds
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Ayasha was heading back from a patrol to see if Ralla had any meat for her to eat. She had just finished carving a fish out of a piece of wood and was really proud of it. Since Shiloh had shown her how to carve, she was getting really good. So she had a bit of a collection in her bag that Shiloh's sister had made and Shiloh had given to her. She didn't really know why she kept them with her. Maybe so she could give them to wolves to make their day a bit brighter.

She looked around the village as she came to it from the fields. She nodded to those she had seen and said hello to those she knew. Her nose took in the comforting smile of the Great Fire. Her mother took care of it and so it held a special place in her heart. The village was alive and so was nature. Her Tribe had this wonderful relationship with nature that she loved and shared. She always thanked nature and the spirits for the wood for her carving.

Her eyes a lit on a wolfess that she didn't really know but had seen around. She was quiet and sad. She paused and considered what to do. She decided to go talk to her. She approached softly but with enough noise to alert her to the presence of another. Hi. I'm Ayasha. What's yours? Her stance was relaxed and open and her face was friendly and smiling, which made her a lot like her adoptive mother, Ralla.


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