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It was solitude she sought, a self-inflicted isolation from the members of the pack she loved and wished for nothing more than to feel at home in again. Artemis would never leave Crimson Dreams, she knew, but in recent times it had been in the back of her mind that perhaps she should go. Right now, she was nothing more than a time bomb ticking, ready to snap at the shortest bit of notice, and she did not want to hurt anyone here. The times she had snapped... It had surprised even her. Artemis could not feel it coming when it did. It would kill her mother, though, if she left, and perhaps that was the only reason she did not.
Fragile features did not turn to watch the other wolf approach, but the fur along the back of her neck rose as she waited for the inevitable greeting. She wished so much for isolation and it was infrequent that she received that unless she remained shut away in her room. "We haven't. Artemis," was all the silver-painted girl said in response. Of course they had not met, but the young Marino was willing to bet that this pack member knew of her. Everyone seemed to know of the daughter that had fallen and the adopted son's sudden departure and supposed death. There were no secrets in the land of the Dreamers.
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