on a bed made of concrete.
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Unknown to the two Iskata had been sitting in the brush on the outskirts of the woods that ended in the old meadow. She'd heard the yelp just like her fellow leader but when she'd seen that Deuce was handling things she held back from appearing. The words of Aroha seemed to linger in her ears as she caught the scents and sounds drifting back to her. Something about the strange beraggled pitiful male seemed to pull at her memories as she listened to Deuce's rude words to the boy.

She was about to take a step forward but at the last second didn't. She doubted that Deuce would even ignore the boy's obvious pains and injuries.. she was a healer after all. Iskata wanted to learn more of the boy as well.. something was pulling at her memory with that scent that was taunting her and she wanted to know why. She didn't think that she knew him.. but so many time in her past she'd met folks though the only ones that ever held in her memory had been packmates and friends.. she couldn't remember anyone named Jefferson though, or had she misheard the name he'd given Deuce. She would wait and see.. if Deuce let her past get the best of her Iskata was still there...


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