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Yesterday seems so far away..
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Mind if I join? Could we date it for the 12th?
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Cwmfen returned back to the boarders, allowing Onus to return to the city. Her step was quiet and light. While nothing about her seemed changed, she felt different. She thought that it was strange, but all at once it was a good sort of strange. Once within the packlands, she returned to her den, returning the spear to the watchful tree before she shifted back down. The wounds were less aggravated by the change than they had been the day before, but they still tingled with the memory. Before the black fae set out once more, she looked upon her reflection in the pool, a thing she rarely did. The white orbs did not see her features, only the scars which she inspected, a brief inspection and then she had moved away, almost as if the rest of that reflection had not existed. She knew only that the scars upon her face and jaw would fade, though not completely. Once completely healed, they would be flaws noticeable only through meticulous observation.
Much of her time had been spent outside of the packlands—aside from the pups lately, which had suddenly begun to cross her path ever since the incident with Avarice and Brennt, she had seen very little of her packmates. The woman’s paws carried her lightly as her mind wandered, and as her mind wandered her other senses were alert, watching and yet not. She was still relatively deep within the packland, and she did not expect a stranger. The white orbs looked up, finding that her paws carried her to the place where she had last seen Sankor outside a pack meeting. Wondering why she had come there, the woman paused. Through the trees, she saw a familiar form, and she remembered that the cave had been claimed by the male wolf. Quietly she approached from behind. Standing behind him, she watched his prone form, his paws creating ripples within the pool. But he seemed to be missing the cheerful demeanor that usually accompanied him. "Sankor?" the soft melody called. She was accustom to addressing one by the direct use of their name when first encountering them. "Is anything wrong?"
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