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Ooc: I just hope that te description is enough XD... The grayish wolf had passed through a lot these days. So much changes, and so fast... It had hitted her like a metal hammer. Even more the last time she saw Leland. It didn't leave her mind since. It was everywhere, everytime. Concentrating in her outfit had been a tough thing to do. But she did it, thanks God. And could make a few trinkets to Seymour, Saw and her new mare, Bluma, which she was riding now. Catherine couldn't find courage to pass to a gallope, as they was still in the slow trotte. Seymour was sitting in the shoulder, being careful to not claw the stripe of her shirt. It was very light blue, the sleeves tied by a thin deep blue line. It was made of a piece of silk she found in Halifax, not long ago - she went there for a few days, looking for material for her outfit. The skirt she was wearing, instead of her traditional faded jeans, was royal blue, reaching to her knees, made of silk as well. She spent the first hours of that day finishing the skirt and picking up blue wild flowers for a garland, that now rested on her head. Seymour got himself a collar made of leaves, that fitted on Catherine's wristes. Saw was wearing a thin, scaled golden chain, firmly tied in the end of his slim, blackish body, now lying in the woman's tighs. As Seymour was changing his feathers, the wolfess used a few in a necklace for her, and tied some in Bluma's chocolate brown mane, along with some braids. The strong light of the fire was guiding them. As the fire got easier to see, stronger the scent of the others got, and faster Catherine's heart beated. Dawali, Ember and Noir. She slowed up and dismounted, wrapping the stripe of leather attached on Bluma's mouth in tree's branch. The grass near the roots of the maple tree would keep her entretained. Rubbing her hand in the horse's head twice, she went to the others on foot, Saw slithering in the ground, Seymour still on her shoulder.
Hey, guys! she greeted, waving once to them. Looking at the adult wolves, she smiled as warm as the fire. Well, I think I'm not that late. she said, noticing that the others didn't come yet. Finally, her eyes found the little brown fur ball, dancing around. She crouched, kneeling in the ground slowly. Oh, look who is here! You've grown. she noticed, since she first saw the kid. |
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