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Her focus was lain on the wolfess, the horse that lingered at her side as well as any other creature were dismissed. She had not been confronted by an AniWayan, nor even had a whiff of the scent since her entrapment. Only in her dreams had they come back for her. Though the threat was said to be dissolved and there nothing to be fearful of, Anu could not believe it yet. A once faithful soul that took a honest word and placed her heart in it now needed proof to show her the truth.
The white woman leaned forward in a bow, and Anu stayed stone still. Her breath was all that she could feel vibrating lightly from her chest. The air hadn't felt as cold a moment ago...
The female spoke, a word unknown to Anu. There was a pause, and then the gray she-wolf spoke. You are close to Crimson Dreams, and wear the scent of AniWaya. It was a warning, one not truly spoken in syllables but known to any creature that had been in the thick of the conflict that had gone on between the two packs. The pale fey had to own a reason for being here, and she must use the language of the land to speak it. And quickly. The Dreamers were only a call away.
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