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Ooc: -- She was amused of how tall the fire was. Not that she hadn't seen it before, but, in this night, it seemed even larger. Also, she noticed the other Aniwayans coming. How couldn't she reconize Mahlouk and his deep voice? Or even the one brownish and one pale cream spots near her ankles? Her attention was now at Ember, that answered her greetings. Pretty good, thanks. How about you? She replied with another answer and a question. It was only missing one pup, so did some other packmates, but the ceremony have started, and the grayish female moved quick but silently to her place. It happened rather slowly, but she paied complete attention at it. Dawali's speech was inspiring, and she gave the pups a long glance. Yes, it was truth, and the connection of the youngs with the blooming flowers and the warm weather was almost... poethic. He talked about the elk's tongue, and she instantly remembered of their hunting. It felt good to help such a beautiful tradition. Also, she helped to fill up the stocks of the tribe. The woman was proud of herself. The black mamba around her neck hissed very lowly in her ear. She glanced at him, and he nodded the triangular head to her. He was glad too. Seymour harshed as low as the snake's hiss. Only that, but it was enough. The reddish wolf threw the package in the fire, and Catherine inspired deeply, and sighed with almost a cough in the end. She inaled the smoke a few more times when it got easier to take. A click in her head remembered of her and Siobvan drinking vodka. Only now she found out that it was an alcoholic drink. Not that she cared. Actually, she went back to that store to fetch some of those crates. She only drinks a few saps, Only until she felt a bit dizzy, then she stopped, although it was almost every night. Right now she was completely sober, not that she wasn't going to fill her fee when she get back.
The female was about to sniff the snoke again when a low, pleading whimper called her attention. Her good eye met the young Noir, the first one to make it here. The kid looked at her with pretty baby blue eyes. Calmly, she lowered her head to the child, a warm smile in her face. What is it, Noir? she asked with a quiet and caring voice to the brownish girl. |
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