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Set in Wolfville.
Meeting the alpha, without actually knowing he was the alpha, had been quite a surprise for Krishna. Had she known his rank beforehand, she may have just been a little more cordial in her efforts to please him, and perhaps not have been so uncouth in her staring. Though after the fact, she could only laugh about it, given that she had been so comfortable around Conor—and this was not likely to change despite the title now associated with his name. He had so gracefully offered her a home, and for that she felt as if she owed him. Owed him her life, perhaps.
She had yet to find any permanent residence, having spent the previous two nights in a cramped cave just to rest her feet. Krishna headed into Wolfville, in a quiet search for a more comfortable accommodation, hopefully something more permanent as well. She was helplessly distracted however, wandering aimlessly through the streets and peering through shattered windows and busted doors into various stores and nameless buildings.
She’d never experienced such large estates, having only been a part of very small townships and singular homes along the long trails of her travels. Her own home pack had been of more feral customs, making her a resourceful ally when roughing it in the woods, but she would find it easy to familiarize herself with such a large town and take advantage of a more “human” experience. For now, with the mid-day sun beaming upon her pallid coat, she was content to walk about and explore, decidedly putting “residence-finding” at the bottom of her to-do list.
Presently, she picked up a discarded spatula, and marveled at it.
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