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Private, Miyu! Sorry for shortness! Btw, could this be forward dated to the tenth of May? :o
His pace was as always; smooth and slow as he traced the round forms of the stones that lined up Dahlia’s borders. His movement steadily brought him further west, the air smooth and filled with the fragrances of spring; rich and lovely with a touch of green. This was a different kind of freedom. His heart paced strongly in his chest and strength soared in his muscles. The burden of the leadership was noticeable, but there was so much more lifting him up to be able to burden his mentality as well. Life was never a dance through the soft and grassy fields, but he knew satisfaction. He was a man grown in every way, and so far he had found that inexperience did not remove the ground under his paws when he was met with situations that required action. The land without war was peaceful, day after day. Haku’s scent had fled the lands completely by now.