we have more than the rivers that run our land

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OOC: I started this instead to make it easier, hope you don't mind! ::Word Count:: 600+       The day was warmer now than it had been only a few hours ago, the slight change in temperature barely noticeable had it not been for the appearance of a few vague sun rays. The pale Crimson Dreamer took her time noticing these changes in the areas around her, seeing as she was not really familiar with Phoenix Valley lands. This was, however, the closest she had ever come to seeing another pack's landscape, even though she had visited relatively few of them. Excepting her hunt alongside Cmwfen in Dahlia de Mai lands, followed by her close encounter with the Dahlian male close to the borders, she had never had the opportunity to see what a pack besides her own looked like once you were literally at its heart. Inferni had been another story altogether. The area just outside the pack was barren and unwelcoming enough to dispirit even the friendliest wanderer, so much so that Urma felt no real wish to see the heart of the coyote's clan lands up close. Phoenix Valley, on the other hand, resembled Crimson Dreams, if not necessarily in appearance, then more in spirit. She felt at home even here, away from her actual home, and understanding dawned upon her why both Geneva and Naniko had moved on to lead their lives peacefully here, despite once sharing the same home as Urma. She had heard and been close to other packs as well, of course. Ember had told her of Aniwaya, a pack that did not sound in the least unfamiliar to Urma, as it had been the second refuge after her own pack that Pilot had sought before his track was lost completely. These were places that had all sounded faraway and somehow unreachable to the pale femme before; now Phoenix Valley held the same warmth in her heart as Crimson Dreams did, a feeling that was perhaps enhanced by the fact that her good friend and her newest litter were here.       Urma had tried to follow her nose as much as possible, stopping now and then to ask some wolf or other whether they knew of where Naniko was. She had been walking more or less in circles for some time now, feeling a bit put off by her failure in finding her alabaster-coated friend, so she sat down impatiently, sighing with a hint of irritation with the embarrassing posture this situation put her in. She had fallen back on her Optime form in between her meeting with Jefferson and the time she was spending looking for Naniko, so that now she pushed a lock of hair from her face a bit more vehemently than was necessary, betraying her frustration in the face of her obvious inability to reach her goal. The foolishness crawled through her as she imagined what she must look like, sitting there stupidly, completely out of place, a stranger looking for a friend with no idea where to start from. Deciding to end her fruitless search, she stood up, continued walking for a while before stopping once more. She was in a place that resembled the description she had gathered from people of where Naniko now was within Phoenix Valley lands, so she wagged her tail in true Lupus style, forgetting all about her two-legged attire. It was a bit lonely around here, or at least this was what it looked like now, with no other wolves around. Urma took another few minutes to look around, making sure that there was no one else to ask of her friend's whereabouts, and pretty certain that this place resembled descriptions of Naniko's home well-enough not to want to leave it without making absolute sure that no one was around. Clearing her throat a little, the ivory femme raised her head a bit and called out, "Naniko?"

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