| IR ninjaaaaaaa She'd been out for a walk, or perhaps on a search.. she didn't know. She'd been walking around like that lately, without a goal, worries on her mind. Thoughts, always the damn thoughts, coming in the way of what she really wished she was doing. Doing something about her grief, doing something about her relationship with her mother, and with the problem that Iskata had presented, that Haku apparently had. She didn't know what to make of it all, and on top of it, the war... It did not seem like the leaders of the pack had granted it much thought, and Mew was considering doing something about it herself. Rallying other packs, maybe, seeking allies among the whole wolf community. Surely someone would support their cause? She wouldn't do anything about it before consulting other Dahlia wolves though, besides her brother. It was not a choice or action for her to make. Her flowing row of neverending thoughts were interrupted by noises as she was just entering the outskirts of Wolfville, heading home. She easily smelled Cer, and vaguely, distant, her mother's smell, and soon she could see the younger female whose pelt was so alike her own walking along rapidly in her direction. She looked upset by something; her movements were rigid, angry, as if they were accompanied with a "humph" and a "pft" every so often. Mew slowly, calmly walked to meet her pack's remaining rosea. She would not speak of her mother, and why she left; their relationship was none of her business, and although she wished it differently, she didn't know Cer very well. Words attempted to bring the young ivory female's attention to the older one, voice calm, quiet, melodic. Cer. |
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