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The ivory and merle femme had been asleep on the couch in her cabin, taking some time to catch up on some much needed rest. The day had passed without much in the way of events or visits or anything. She had mostly spent her time trying on the collection of outfits Firefly had found for her during their clothing search. The slender border collie found it quite enjoyable to try on the clothes, even though she couldn't see them. Firefly had chosen things for her that made her look good, and it was that knowledge that only made trying outfits on better and better. She couldn't wait to show them to Heath and Jac. Who she would show first she was unsure. Probably whoever came by for a visit first.
For now, though, Ruri was in her even smaller, quadruped form, the one she found most comfortable to sleep in when she was tired. She could curl up with a blanket on the corner of the old couch in her cabin and sleep soundly for hours. However, she now found herself bursting out her front door, leaving it wide open while racing towards the cliffs as fast as she could go without tripping over the terrain. Jac's pained, angered howl had startled her out of bed. She couldn't remember the last time he had sounded this upset. Even that time when he had punched a hole into the cabin's front wall he hadn't been this upset. What could possibly be wrong? It took her only a minute or two for her to reach the cliff where she could smell three scents. There was Jac's, the scent of a woman who she knew only as one of her packmates she had yet to become aquainted with, and a scent that wasn't supposed to be there, at least as far as Ruri knew. Svara had been here? Why had the healer not visited her to say hello? Why wasn't she here now? She was about to ask these questions when she heard the voice of the unknown female reading from a piece of paper that flapped lightly in her hands.
As the words trickled forth like rain, Ruri's countenance gradually changed going from worry, to disbelief, to anguish. Svara was...dead? No! This couldn't be happening! Not Svara, she was too tough to do this. Didn't she know that there were people in the pack who cared about her?! Ruri could not answer these questioned but still she asked them of herself as her pale blue, pupil-less eyes filled up with tears. Slowly but surely, the ivory and merle female sank to her underside, her ears pinned flat against the back of her head as she began to sob. Why was this happening!? She didn't know. She wanted someone to come wake her up. This had to be a dream! However, Ruri knew it wasn't, and it was this realization that made her cry more. She wanted Jac to come comfort her, but she knew he was hurting too. She didn't know what to do except continue crying to let out the mournful waves of emotion surging forth from within her petite form.
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