Fritz! Aug 1st, morning, near his/Selene's house? 
WC: 508
Coli hesitated, standing quietly near the earthen home. It was morning in Jordheim, tranquil with the songs of birds and rustling of other small wildlife around her. Yesterday there had been commotion, a building party working hard with the construction of their town hall. It was an ambitious project, but not one Coli could be particularly helpful with, so she had remained at home to stay out of their way. Today she assumed the work had been completed, and it was safe to venture out into the village without disturbing the carpenters or stumbling into a new packmate she had not met before. There were so many unfamiliar scents tracing through Jordheim, so many houses that were now claimed and being tidied up. Their close-knit family had become a large settlement in such a short time, and it made her feel oddly excluded.
She wanted to see Saul and Lilin, but at the same time... she didn't. They were mates now, living together as they had joyfully announced several nights ago. Coli had been completely surprised by the news; she knew Saul had been seeing someone, but neither her friend nor her sister had told her the truth. She knew it was a little unconventional, being cousins and all, but they could have confided in her... she felt a little left out, but more than that, ashamed she had not picked up on the signs sooner. Obviously they spent a lot of time together, but she naively assumed it was for their leadership duties and nothing else. She had been so lost in her own issues that she had been oblivious to something that monumental between her packmates. She should be a better Vináttan than that, take a more active role in the social side of everyone's shared lives. But today would not be that day, she concluded with a sigh as she turned away.
Instead the frail werewolf paused to rest, settling down on the ground with her back against a nearby hillock. Even the short walk from her home to Saul's had tired her, and she needed to catch her breath. She had never been particularly athletic, but this fatigue was ridiculous, especially since all of her wounds from the assault were fully healed. Every evening since the attack, her sleep had been fitful, broken frequently by the fear and subsequent nausea that sent her running out the door several times each night. Luckily she had no neighbors yet, so no one was aware of the sickness she was struggling with. Strangest of all, though, was that with barely any sleep or food, she seemed to be gaining weight. It was perplexing. Coli sighed again, running her fingers through her long mane as she brushed it back from her eyes. She was tired of keeping secrets. Maybe her malady was psychosomatic, and talking about it would purge the symptoms. Or maybe she was just dying, and there was no cure, and she should just get it over with. She was beyond caring at this point.
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