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*nomnomnomnom* Nayru's so adorable. XD
If everyone cared and nobody cried.
Bris had decided to take the long way in her search today. The white woman was in her optime form, having made a point not to shift her body while her wounds still healed. White bandages were wrapped around both hands, hiding the cuts that ran horizontally across each palm. Another set of bandages was wrapped all the way around her torso, from just under her chest down to the middle of her stomach. Cotl's sword could have done far more damage than it had, and Bris was grateful the edge had only shallowly scraped across her ribs and hands as she'd foolishly attacked the coyote in a fit of grief-stricken rage. The Stormbringer had found herself sticking inside the borders of Dahlia de Mai while she healed, knowing she was at a disadvantage in her inability to shift for the time being. Should she encounter any dangers, Bris wouldn't be able to shift to her faster lupine form until the wound across her ribcage was at no risk of reopening. It was shallow, yes, but it would bleed substantially if aggitated.
Bris had occupied her recovery time with following in her late sister's hobby of jewelcrafting. Kol had left behind several unfinished pieces when she'd died, and countless supplies for pieces never even started. Bris' first project was finding a suitable bottom half for Kol's old slave-style earring, and she hadn't found anything fitting in the wooden box her older sister had kept her materials in. But the day was only beginning and the weather was beautiful, a perfect day for a short outting to the old human jewelry shops in Wolfville. The abandoned old buildings with their shattered showcases and hidden drawers of precious metals and gemstones were a treasure trove to Bris, and Kol had drawn up a decent map of the best locations in the town. The large piece of deerskin Kol had used for her map was held in Bris' hands as she strode quietly down the street, her footsteps deliberate but unhurried, her dark leather satchel slung across her torso to lay over her left hip.
The white yearling was on her way to one particularly juicy old jewelry shop when she passed what she knew to be Conor's new home. The house he'd shared with his brother and Alexey had been one of the casualties of the tragic second war with Inferni, but thankfully it had only been the structure that had been lost and no one's lives within. The little family group had since moved to an old Victorian home in Wolfville, one that was in overall better condition than the little house near Flander's Field had been. It was an adorable old home, but one that was a bit too human for Bris' liking. Her brother-in-law's treehouse suited her simple ways just fine.
As she passed by the old intricately-designed house, something unusual caught her eye. A little puffball of white and black sat out front, just beyond the front steps and into the yard. Raising a brow in curiosity, Bris changed direction and walked over, hoping she wouldn't scare the poor thing. "Well hello there little one! Where did you come from?" The girl smiled softly as she approached, her voice gentle and lilting as she crouched down near the pup. Bris' time in Dahlia under Cercelee's leadership had been extremely brief, and her knowledge of the pack members from the same time was equally limited, but something about the way the little girl's colors splashed together tugged at the Stormbringer's memory.
If everyone loved and nobody lied.
Table by Gina!
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