Footpints left behind

[Cercelee]

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Sorry ‘tis short! Cercelee looked up, surprised at the wolf approaching. The white lady did not speak, merely watched as the youth came closer and closer, taking in her appearance critically. The young adult was surpassing Cercelee in height, but that was not a hard feat. Cercelee still had experience and age over her, but it was strange to think how quickly the pup had grown within their lands. Idly she wondered if Flayra too looked so very different from when she had first set foot on these lands. Flayra, however, had no been seen since the pack hunt and Cercelee did know if the child had left their ranks or not. Perhaps Svara’s harsh words had run her off after all. The words that came from the tawny female’s lips were even more surprising than the fact the female had approached. Cercelee had been expecting the usual slew of harassment and insults and she didn’t quite know what to make of the female’s apology, or what was as close to an apology as Cercelee assumed she would receive. Clearing her throat, Cercelee spoke neither hostilely or warmly, but just softly in a straight forward way. “Why would you regret those words Svara? I was informed that you don’t, and never will, answer to me.” Cercelee repeated back the words Svara had flung at her before, her eyes questioning the youth. Cercelee would forgive, but she didn’t know if Svara was sincere of it this was just the current whim of the female.

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