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The shadows had started to stretch by the time Conor decided to take a short walk out by the greening borders of Dahlia. Combining duties with what he liked to do best turned out well. His pace was well suited for the ripening day, and he watched reds and oranges start to mingle and break up the pure blue that had dominated the day. Splendid green brushed against his hackles as he wandered along the well scented border of the pack that no longer was bound together by rage and conflict. Lilac eyes waited patiently for the sky to be painted in a hue similar to his. It was hard to believe that there were evil forces in the world when the beauty took your breath away.

A splash of white and black interrupted the green scenery and caused the alpha’s gaze to immediately focus on the strange intruder. His heart fluttered with surprise when he moments later recognized the form of the child, and his stride slowed down until he was no longer moving. He tilted his head ever so slightly, reminded of a wolf he once had known that had worn a similar combination of black and white. ”Hey,” his voice greeted soft as a summer’s breath. ”Are you lost?” She did not carry a pack’s distinct scent as far as he could tell. There was the touch of an adult female, but she was nowhere to be seen.

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Not lost? Well then, that was certainly good news, now wasn’t it? Her eyes were coated in a peculiar cherry colour, and it was not until she finally lifted her gaze that he really noticed them. Her intent attempts on behaving formally had surprised him – she was merely a child and such behaviour was not what he had expected. Adult wolves frequently broke the so called “code” for good behaviour on the borders. When their eyes met the male offered her the soft smile that could usually be detected on his tranquil face. He appreciated children for what they were, and those three back home was growing up so fast.

Ears perked forward to catch the words the little girl so bravely wanted to speak, but he was not given the full sentence before her voice was cut off, suddenly shy. One of the leader’s golden audits flickered backwards then, because the few words she had managed to utter told him enough. He felt his spirit fall somewhat. A child should not be standing alone at a pack’s borders with a severed past. She should be at home with those she belonged with and focus on the task of being a child only. He wished her circumstances could have been different, but of course he would not turn her away.

His stance was patient as he waited for the girl to find the words she wanted to speak. It turned out that she was lost and the air remaining on the top of his skull folded as well. ”That’s alright,” he stated softly as he decided to let his smile remain on his gold and cream hued face. ”Where are your parents?” this could be a touchy subject. He knew nothing of why she was where she was, but it was a question he needed answered nevertheless.

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His comforting mask did not falter when she seemed unable to answer his question. Was it common for parents to abandon their young so easily? The yearling could not imagine doing such a thing, not even to the children that was not even his own. He had searched long and hard for Night when she had disappeared. He had searched for Damien for days even if he had barely met the child at that time. No child should be left behind like that, not for any reason. His heart ached for the child separated from her family.

”Well, then I’m sure they are looking for you right now,” the young leader kindly suggested, nodding gently to underline those words. Until then, she would simply have to stay here. ”I am Conor, I live in these lands,” he then said, finally introducing himself. ”What is your name?” then there was a last question he needed answered before acting. ”What are the names of your parents? He fully intended to visit the other packs in the area when the child had been taken care of.

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Nayru; an unusual and beautiful name. Warmth bloomed still in the golden yearling’s face as he watched her little puppy face. How could anyone have left such a darling? A snort shortly after exploded before he could be able to stop it. Sweetpea and Pumpkin. He did not laugh, but his smile widened with humour and he struggled for a few moments to straighten his face out again. The young leader doubted these were the sincere names of her parents, but perhaps the young soul did not know any better. ”I’ll keep an eye out for those names then,” he offered gently, looking down at the child and feeling softness overtake his heart. ”Are you hungry, Nayru? While we look for your parents you can stay with me.” he was certain there would be no objections about this from those back home. ”You don’t have to be afraid. There will even be three other children that you can play with.”