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She stood quietly, gazing at the ground, unsure if he would even remember her. It had been a long while and she had rarely seen him about in the time she had been a wild young thing roaming the lands of Inferni. She had left later, on an adventure of sorts with her kin, though she was loyal to the clan she had divided loyalties of blood as well. She would have never spoke them aloud to Gabriel, but in the time DaVinci and Ryan had found peace together away from their duties to the pack and clan she had come to realize that she didn't understand at all why the two lovers relationship had been such a problem. She didn't understand why she had been allowed into the clan where her own brother had not, but it was not her choice and even now when she returned to the lands she didn't expect much to have changed there. Now she just knew her roaming adventures had ended and they had brought her back to the family she had left in these lands.
His voice dropped upon her oversized ears as she flicked them back slightly before her gaze turned upward to the older kin. She tried to give a halfhearted smile but she could see the reaction on his face clear. It was always the same, it hardly ever changed when others met her and realized. Maybe it was more so when they had known her as a youth and the circle was coming round again. She didn't know, all she knew what what she saw in each and every face that realized what she was, and even more what she was not.
She tried to chuckle as she asked, "Not much to look at, aye?" before her attention was thrown back to the beast. She scolded him in Gaelic, before rubbing the nose that came down and nudged her forward. If she hadn't had a paw behind his jaw he probably would have thrown her off balance. He quieted a little as Ezekiel spoke, the low speech soft in his throat, though the stallion still rolled his eyes slightly. Zana wrinkled her nose at the half joke as she agreed. "We've been through much...I'm not certain if he would let anyone else ride him anymore.." To her knowledge no one had ridden the stallion since she had taken to him after the war, and though he allowed others to handle him from time to time no one had tried to take the next step.
Zana didn't really know what to say next, nothing much had changed from the outside of the lands but that spoke little of the family and folk she had once known inside the clan. She shifted her slight weight from paw to paw as she finally asked. "How have things been here?" She was slightly afraid to ask what she really wanted to ask. Halo and a few others had made it quite clear how they felt about her previous return, making her feel slightly less guilty for departing once more. Now she figured those few would be twice as worse, if they still remained but she had been lucky enough that they hadn't been who had found her on the border.
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