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Mati Church · 06-10-2010, 11:27 AM

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A light pause in the rain, and Mati Church was released by the hold the mansion had held her in. The wolfess carried nothing, and in the midst of the forest shifted to her lupus form. The past days had been long and dark, and though the sun still did not shine the Dreamer found the air light and clear and easily passing through her nose, she felt the warmth of the southern flowing air. The wolfess did not venture towards the borders as was her recently normal ritual. She felt the need to stay close to home, and wandered through the Cotton Tail meadow and then westward.

She allowed her thoughts to become clear, emptied. As she traveled her pace grew, her strides lengthening. Her large form did not make her fast or extremely agile, but her stamina was just as good as any other. Small wakening birds scattered as she ran through the lightly forested area. Her nose worked, taking in what might be beyond the next line of trees. She could smell the stream before its babbling voice called to her.

Mati slowed, and trotted up to it with a panting breath. Her Earthen tone did not look much differently with the mud that splattered her paws and legs. She stepped down the small bank, her eyes watching her footing as she stepped into the running water. It had risen, fed from the days of rain, yet it was still light and gentle against her wrists and ankles. Back nose touched the cool surface, and her pink tongue reached out to lap lazily from the refreshing spring.

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