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Sorry this is shortness, but at least it’s something.
.... The voice entered her consciousness, although the scent of the female had long before made her presence known. Without even opening her eyes, Cercelee smiled in the direction of the voice, her own soft, melodic tones greeting the older women. “Hello Hanna.” Slowly, for Cercelee was in no hurry at all, her eyes opened and the Rosea regarded the once member of Dahlia de Mai. This was the wolf who had helped created Dahlia alongside Mew, Slay and Colibri. This was the female who had left them without a healer. The woman who had returned and admitted her feelings for the Rosea’s mate. Now she was to be the one to bring Mew’s children into the world. The smile Cer offered the woman was kind, and genuine.
.... “How are you?” It had been a while since they had talked. There were in fact many wolves that Cercelee felt out of touch with. Ember for one. Her cousin and one of the few wolves outside of Dahlia that Cercelee would give her life for. Savina was another, they had come across each other by chance when Conor and Emwe were missing, but that seemed worlds ago. Both wolves were leaders of their own packs though, and so understood, or Cercelee hoped, the lack of time one sometimes had when holding a position such as their own. And where was Hanna staying these days, Cercelee watched the woman closely now, trying to recall if the raven female had told Cer where she was staying last time they spoke. Last time Cer hadn’t paid too much attention to anything but the words about Slay, so she hoped Hanna would understand if Cercelee repeated the same questions at this meeting.
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