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ls like I haven't played Souls in years. Missed two weeks of it, but feels like years.
Pendzez didn't seemed bothered by the unexpected company of DaVinci and the familiar female with the Crimson Dreams scent. He seen her when... Iskata was laboring pups. The sight of her seemed alright. She seemed to have changed since then. However, that doesn't changethe fact that Iskata is dead. The only thing, that Pendzez, and the pack, is keep her in their memories as they venture further into life. DaVinci was a good subleader. Though, in some ways, he can be grouchy, he can still look after the pack members while they go about with their business.
He stood up from the end of the pier and began to walk to the sandy land. With each step, he felt the sand on his feet. In some ways, it felt marvelous. That was something, however, that was summer worthy. Coming closer to the two, Pendzez just bowed his head in a brief greeting at the two without stopping. He wasn't in rush to get back home, but just didn't want to make DaVinci more miserable with the White wolf's beliefs. However, Pendzez stopped not too far from them. He had this thought in his head about saying something to DaVinci. What could he say? More effective, what should he say? Wolves don't just die, they become butterflies? They become spirits of nature?
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