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Don't no whether it's evening or midday. My conclusion is midday. BTW, Pendzez is slacking off a bit.
The white wolf stood at the end of the pier, looking out at the chain of islands. The wind blew gently across the northeast. The sound of the water was like lullabies. However, no lulliby would help with the sorrowful hearts over the news of Iskata. The white wolf knew there was something wrong wth her, but he just tell what. He thought she was just a little under the weather, but he didn't think that it would turn out to be this bad. However, it was probably her time to leave and part of nature.
Pendzez sat down on the pier with his feet over the edge. He always knew that when a wolf dies, it doesn't become a ghost. It becomes a part of nature, a spirit that watches over the ones that are alive. He always believed that butterflies aren't just insects that live in this world. They were the spirits that always watch over us. Nature's helpers, another name for them.
Pendzez then had the thought of his sister. Not long ago, something like two or three days after the pack meeting, Pendzez found her again. They were face to face. The white was relieved and glad that she was still alive. Flayra was happy and glad too. However, Flayra said that she didn't want to go back with him to Phoenix Valley. She wanted to live a life separate from his. Pendzez understood her decision. Well, she was growing up. She would be old enough to make her own decisions. She was used to not having him around. Pendzez didn't seem to be happy with her choice, but if that was her wish. As long that she was with wolves that would look after her.
The world was changing. Pendzez could feel it. A new world of 'Souls is dawning. Pendzez hoped that everone and everything is ready of what the future will have.
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