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She was fairly certain that it was quite safe to say she had failed. She’d come to this new land to start anew—to forget, move on, and, most importantly, to change. But no… she hadn’t changed at all, had she? To the shadows she kept, her mind her only company—and with solely her mind for company, she fell further and further into her etched personality that she’d attempted to leave behind. The more time she spent alone, the more time she spent avoiding others—and the more time she spent avoiding, the more time she remained in solitude: a vicious, consuming cycle. How to break it? She wasn’t sure—it wasn’t as simple as just resolving: “Okay, go and seek someone out.” No, it was never that simple. It was urgent, however. Her mind had begun to reach back into the corners, sticky fingers pulling back pieces of the shattered mirror that was her memory. A regret here, a possibility there, a misunderstanding. In Insomnia's seclusion, she had begun to question her choice to leave her old home. And that was not acceptable. If she continued down this road, it was likely she’d abandon the alluring mountains all together to return to a home that didn’t want her back. So not knowing how exactly, she at least knew that she must break her circle of solitude.
The small girl wandered through the valley, eyes cast toward the sky in thought and wonder. Her surroundings were lost to her as she let herself be consumed with daydreams and possible solutions to her problem. The starlight offered a faint, shimmering light to set the valley faintly aglow with mystery. In the sunlight, her black fur gleamed happily, as glowing with the prospect of meeting it’s matching counterpart. Today, only the tips of her dark guard hairs caught the elusive light as she padded along. Her mis-matched gaze glinted faintly as well—though like everything else in the valley, there was a certain kind of pale shadow cast over her small frame.
The scent of another suddenly brought her back to her senses. Stopping swiftly her gaze flickered around the wide valley to find the source; alas, she didn’t spot anyone. Her mind playing tricks? The girl breathed in deep, taking the full extent of the smell into her lungs; no, she was certain it was there. And more importantly, something she only noticed the second time, the fragrance of stones and pine accompanied the individual—the scent of Auvrea. A fellow pack-mate? Ears folding backwards she breathed out in an attempt to steady her breath. Courage. She could make the difference today. She wasn’t going back there… she wouldn’t go back. As if her entire existence depended on finding the wolf, her eyes scanned the landscape once more, this time with a little more success. A large lump marred the otherwise-flat territory. Slowly, quietly, apprehensively, Insomnia approached. She recognized the wolf when she was closer. It was Ceri. She smiled, her tail wagging and run to him. "CERI!!"
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