Sorry for the little wait, I didn't see the thread as usual
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What caused the pale female to venture so close to the borders of her homelands was beyond her. For some reason unknown to her, her legs had carried her there while she was deep in thought. Perhaps they had sought some place else than her usual spots, perhaps she was - without knowing - it tired of all the same places and views. Or perhaps she had strayed from her usual path because she didn't want to visit the graveyard today, even though she did it daily, as both a chore and a responsibility. She needed to remind herself of what had happened, and how it was her fault. No, it was Inferni's fault. In fact, blaming both factions had been working for some time. Still, today she found herself elsewhere, and with a certain sensation of relief. Some guilt still nagged at her being, but she pushed it away and continued across the borders and into unclaimed land. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't been outside these dreary packlands in ages. It would be rectified.



........Stopping dead in her tracks, Mew spotted a stranger amongst the growth ahead. Even though she did not tightly socialize with every member in the pack every single day, she knew enough about them all to know that that person there was no one who belonged close to their borders. Suddenly cautious, she kept on forward, meaning to confront the person. After all, they did not necessarily know or have any intent about anything towards her pack, but after everything that had happened to it since it was first founded, Mew was not naïve. She knew not to be too trusting. Then again, they were on neutral ground, and Mew had no reason not to be courteous. She would be, if only to find out whether this person was a threat or not. Approaching the femme, she was certain she could see her very well. She looked like herself, in a way, only with her pelt gray instead of white. Her own green eyes sought the other's as she spoke, calmly and quite pleasantly.


........Hello, my name is Mew Sadira.

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Her tenseness thawed as the other gave her a name to go with the face. Knowing someone's name somehow made a meeting more official, and provided some fake symbol of security. Before Mew answered to this, though, Geneva also gave her the reason why she was here - the very thing Mew had been thinking to ask about. Smiling, now, the ivory femme was appreciating this polite behavior, and at the same time was curious about who exactly this femme had known. However there was a small element that disturbed her thoughts - Phoenix Valley. Wasn't it Phoenix Valley who had held her nephews? Or, at least one member of Phoenix Valley? The female had not yet spoken with the boys, and thus she did not know that it was Firefly who had put them there, and still believed the case to be a kidnapping. She was good at picking up cores of rumors, but when the solutions or secrets were revealed she did not pay attention as much. She decided, however, to perhaps let that subject lie still for now - after all wouldn't Cer have done something about it if it really had been as simple as a cold-hearted kidnapping? It could have meant war, but there was no war, not even rumors of bad blood. She would have to assume that that part of the Dahlian history had been resolved and was in the past, but she might give in to curiosity later anyway. Smiling, she gave in to her first impulse of curiosity.


........Oh? Who was it that you knew?


........It was clear from her face that this was no interrogation, but small talk. Me w was in fact quite at ease now, and might even find later on to be enjoying herself. Stranger things had happened.

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Mew found her head nodding to her words as she mentioned the name of a well-known pack member. Sankor had gone now, where to Mew did not know. She'd never known him, having secluded herself from everything once Lubomir took her as a mate. She'd noticed how his scent had gradually disappeared and never returned to their lands, and so she'd assumed he had left. If he had died, she would have heard. Such important news always reached her, despite her solitude.


........A vague inquiry on Sankor's sisters, and as Geneva was a friend of Sankor, and then friendly towards her pack (seemingly), Mew had no problem sharing names with the woman. Names of others were not intelligence anyway, it could be used to do nothing to harm her pack, and it wasn't hard to find out who resided where in these lands. No, the only pack she was truly skeptical towards was Inferni, the others were neutral in her eyes they proved to be otherwise. Her voice was calm as she spoke, a small smile on her lips. Adelaida had also left recently, but her favorite of that family had stayed, and for that Mew was glad.


........Yeah, their names are Adelaida and Alexey Koios.. Ade has left as well, I don't know where, but Alexey is a dear friend of mine, and caretaker of my nephews


........Now that the nephews were brought up anyway, the femme could not help but be thrown back into the thought of PV having something to do with their alleged kidnapping in spring. She didn't want to cause a bad situation here, though, especially since Geneva seemed polite and pleasurable enough.


........Can I ask you something? I don't mean to be rude, I'm just curious. This spring, my nephews disappeared, and they were found in Phoenix Valley. Supposedly, some husky had them living in his cabin... Do you know anything about that?

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Smiling, Mew let her gaze drop to the ground for a moment while Geneva spoke, almost flattered at her concern. She was not used to such politeness from a non-Dahlian. It was good that some still remembered that tradition and courtesy still existed. Most encounters Mew had had between members of her own pack and others over the years had been less than polite. Perhaps now she had stumbled upon someone who valued many of the same things as herself, or perhaps her own behavior requested it. So used to holding a high rank, and air of arrogance had encased Mew on a permanent basis, though she liked to think it was mutual respect that gained her the odd greeting and polite gesture. Now, though, her respect could only grow for the femme in front of her, who reacted so gently to her strange and bold inquiry.


........Oh, don't worry about it. I think the matter has been solved now, and I'm certain I would have heard if there was something truly criminal behind it. But you know, my curiosity is tickled, but I daren't bring the subject up to those involved. It's rude, if not nosy. So I figured I'd ask you, but there's no need to dig into the past.


........Her face was a mask of sincerety, but also one that expected the other female to understand what she meant, making it something normal and casual for a person to feel. And it was normal and casual to be curious, and also to want to not stress one's fellow beings. That being said, she'd rather not have this female run around and ask questions on her behalf. It would be embarrassing, in the very least.

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........ The subject was dropped, and while Mew was relieved to see that, she was at the same time secretly disappointed in the lack of news. But, she might be lucky. Perhaps Geneva managed to sniff out something and came back to her with it. Even if she didn't want her to run around asking questions... If she did do that, and no one knew about Mew's part of it, then it wasn't so bad, was it? Oh, that damn curiosity of hers, she felt like some deceitful bitch sometimes. It sure was in her bloodline - Firefly was forever branded into her consciousness as the very image of deceit.



........ Smiling, her gaze traveled from Geneva's face onto nothing at all as she thought, trying to recall whether she had met anyone from Phoenix Valley before. Her memory might be failing her, but she thought she had not met anyone, although... No. She didn't think so. Then again she hardly remembered anything at all lately, so caught up in her home with Lubomir.



........ No, I don't think I have, actually. But I think I have relatives in your pack. Firefly, my cousin, she's the sister of DaVinci, no?


........ In truth, she knew most of her relatives by name, but hardly any of them in person. This DaVinci.. her cousin? She'd never met him. She'd never met her own father, either, but she knew his name, too. She had a mind for remembering all the names of her useless family, a family that never did anything but abandon her time and time again. Except Haku, Haku was her everything. After Lubomir, of course.

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........Perhaps she'd missed the fact that DaVinci had left Phoenix Valley, but at least she'd known something. You could say many things about Mew Sadira, but she knew the names of her bloodline. She took great pride in it, too, even if she didn't know any of them. This DaVinci person, she didn't know who he was or what he had done in his life, but seeing as Geneva made a face that could resemble disappointment, she assumed he had to have had some impact on his surroundings. Most Sadira's did. Little did Mew know that her half-brother, Jefferson, was also of her bloodline. There were some family secrets that had escaped her searching spotlight, particularly secrets about her own mother. Then again, she never could decide on whether she liked her mother or not, never having known her, so it was all the same to her.


........ Geneva mentioned another name, Ty, but she did not recognize it. Her knowledge was far from updated when it came to young ones (and boy would she be surprised if she ever found out how many nieces and nephews she had), and since she hadn't traveled.. well anywhere, in the past half year, she knew little. She'd known little about the young in the first place, and it was needless to say she was surprised at these news. She'd not known DaVinci had a mate. But then, a third name crossed the other femme's lips, and this one Mew knew - wholly thanks to her cousin Firefly. Kansas was her brother, and uncle to Emwe and Conor. Though, it was news to her that he had children. How lively the Sadira line was, sprouting children in every direction. She could only hope she would be allowed to contribute one day.



........Ah, I've heard of Kansas. My brother's children with Firefly - he's their uncle, though I don't believe they've met him. He's fortunate to be blessed with a litter. Out of curiosity - who is the litter's mother?


........ The smile she carried was genuine, although she could not help but feel a little sting in her heart. She'd give anything to get a second chance, but she doubted the opportunity would ever come.