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He loved the small balls of pelt that were his new siblings. He loved the soft, mewling sounds they made and their sweet scent of milk. Pandemic loved everything about his sisters. They were so small, with their fat baby faces and their round bodies. It was uncommon for the boy to abandon the ruins located in the heart of Salsola’s wealthy lands. He would spend most of his time with his family, new and old. The warmth in his heart kept him in a blissful mindset, and lesser responsibilities were postponed with a bare minimum of guilt.
But now they were asleep, and he feared that he was getting too much on his mother’s nerves. Shadows were stretching longer as he paced about the area, grey eyes dully washing over crumbling stone walls and overgrown thorns. He thought of Salvia, but had not seen her today. While he worked to improve, he was not currently a good tracker, and more oft than not the effort tracking down his sister wasn’t worth it, as she was usually the one to find him, eventually.
Dark fingers tugged some at the messy, dark locks falling into his eyes. Perhaps he should try to ask his sister if she wanted to cut it off with the new knife she had acquired.
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