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Navy eyes lit up at the sight of her friend and cousin, but they soon took in the various wounds that decorated the girl’s body, and Cercelee cleared her throat in order to gain the female’s attention. "Ember?" Cercelee scanned the wounds again, there seemed too many for it to have been a small scuffle or a simple accident. Ember had been in a fight of some kind, and Cercelee felt a familiar stab of guilt. It was all too similar, their last meeting had been when Ember had confided in her the source of her broken arm. Cercelee hadn’t been there to prevent that, and though she was no longer responsible for Ember in terms of being a pack member, Cercelee still felt as if she had some how failed. It had been too long. "Ember? Are you okay?"
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It had been a long time since Cercelee had made her way to Drifter Bay, ever since the Inferni war she had been skirting the area around the Wasteland, just in case any of the coyotes still felt they had a score to settle. Yet Cercelee could easier see Drifter Bay from the shores of her own territory, it was just across the harbor and if only she had a boat she could easily sail to the other side. It hadn’t been a boat that brought Cercelee to Drifter Bay but rather her own four feet. The other shore was calling to her and Cercelee gave in. Slowly wandering about the vast territory Cercelee became reacquainted with the all the sights she had seen before, but they had changed with the season. The beautiful sunflowers she had played hide and seek in were wilted and browned, covered in frost from the harsh November winds. The beach was void of any other merry makers and Cercelee decided to venture to a part she had not previously explored, which was how she stumbled upon the village, the lone school house, and the raven colored female that was inside.Navy eyes lit up at the sight of her friend and cousin, but they soon took in the various wounds that decorated the girl’s body, and Cercelee cleared her throat in order to gain the female’s attention. "Ember?" Cercelee scanned the wounds again, there seemed too many for it to have been a small scuffle or a simple accident. Ember had been in a fight of some kind, and Cercelee felt a familiar stab of guilt. It was all too similar, their last meeting had been when Ember had confided in her the source of her broken arm. Cercelee hadn’t been there to prevent that, and though she was no longer responsible for Ember in terms of being a pack member, Cercelee still felt as if she had some how failed. It had been too long. "Ember? Are you okay?"
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