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Le had started her journey at a run, but now she was moving at a slow crawl. She tried to keep her head held high so that her green satchel would not drag-- But as she craned her neck to once again check and ensure that her bag was not dragging, she noticed it was dirtying anyways. Sighing, she ceased her efforts to stop it. "What does it matter now?" She thought, then traded out this thought for more optimistic ones. She day dreamed about all that this new land could hold-- Ponds, trees, forests, new things to hunt.. She licked her lips at the last idea. Food. She had been so caught up in finding a new home that she had neglected her own needs. A string of drool plopped on to a nearby strand of grass, glistening in the sun like dew after a rainstorm.. But, less sanitary.
The pup forced herself onwards until she could smell the urine markings of a pack. The beta of her old pack had pointed her in this direction, giving her a few distinct landmarks from when he had once come this way. She slowed down, sitting down on her rump. Her small chest inflated as she drew in a breath, sinking back in as she released a howl. It was high pitched, and pathetic by most standards. But along with the fact that she was mostly dog, she was also still just a cub. She looked around nervously, trembling slightly as she waited for someone to greet her. What would she do if she was turned away?
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