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Yuck. I don't like the way this post turned out.
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Hanna winced inwardly; as she had expected, someone was sitting just where she was going to walk, and he smelled of Crimson Dreams. The medic was sure it wouldn't look good with her coming from inside the pack lands, but she made her way towards the blonde man anyway. He had a musical instrument in his lips, and this caught Hanna's eye, being a music lover herself. She'd never played any instrument, but she could carry a pleasant tune, and as she sat next to the musical wolf next to her, she couldn't help but pick up on the melody and hum along. Sometimes she carried the main tune, and at other times she just harmonized.
Cian, who had made himself invisible to the foreign man, lodged himself up in a tree and was bobbing his head along to the song. Hanna smiled at the sight; even though they'd only just met, her Spirit Guide did not seem one to take part in such frivolous activities. She then stared out over the lake, tapping her toes to the music and relaxing, reclining on her arms. She said not a word to the other wolf, words would come in time. For now they would speak the common language of the music.
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