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Since her return to the Thistle Kingdom, Magnolia hadn’t strayed far from her residence. She was bitter, furious; she wished for no one to cross her path until she felt better. Magnolia doubted that day would ever come, however, for her own pack had abandoned her and she wasn’t about to forget that. The heavy thought narrowed her eyes and kept her body as small as possible as she curled up even tighter on her bed.
Kimbra seemed to be the only animal that rejoiced in her reappearance; the Kite had instantly flown to her side when she re-entered her home, cooing and flapping her dark wings lovingly. The Kite even brought her master food when the mopey Confidant chose to not leave her home for extended periods of time. At least someone is loyal to me, she thought bitterly, watching the beautiful animal rest on its perch.
On this particular afternoon, however, Claudia hopped right into bed next to her owner, purring and putting her tail right by Magnolia’s face. The wolf exhaled angrily, pushing the kitten away from her. The small one continued, however, until Magnolia got out of bed. Meowing excitedly, the kitten ran outside into the afternoon rays. Magnolia had no choice but to follow her, just in case the kitten was to get into trouble. She seemed rather resilient, however, because she survived (and didn’t even look like she lost weight) while the Confidant was kidnapped. Maybe someone fed her. She doubted it.
Kimbra instinctively flew to her master’s shoulder as Magnolia crossed the house threshold, and the trio took off. Magnolia walked with no direction in particular, though she chose to avoid the border. She still had not returned to her duties since returning but figured she could get away with not checking the borders for a few more days. She ached still. Anger still coursed through her body because she hadn’t received any sort of commendation from her leaders as a thank-you for her service. The mountain pack could have killed her. Eris and Larkspur had said nothing to her. She wondered if Salvia had even been reprimanded for losing a pack mate. Salvia. The name sparked hot white anger in her mind, her dark mood becoming pitch black at the remembrance of the favored daughter. She was the blood of Larkspur, adored by the King… Magnolia could hardly hide her distaste for the pack Tigress. Should the other pale woman cross Magnolia’s path again she would surely kill her.
Claudia meowed at the sight of a familiar black wolf lying in the tall grass after Magnolia was lost in her thoughts for some time. This couldn’t even be real… Salvia’s personal slave appearing just as she thought of her master. TaeKyung was also partly responsible for Magnolia’s capture, too; she could have saved her if the black wolf had cared enough. Magnolia stood a distance away from the woman, jade eyes filling with fury. If no one would be punished for losing her, this slave certainly would.
“Slave,” she called out angrily, venom spewing out of her mouth. Kimbra shifted her weight on her shoulder perch and watched her master carefully, just in case she was needed for anything.