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Arye had finally met Pripyat’s father, Jefferson. The one-eyed brute had been present after she had gone exploring beyond the shores of the Quartz Coastline. She was glad to have met him, although he seemed to be very rough around the edges. Arye was too young to delve too deeply into the psyche of the Patriarch. His words had been harsh when he had spoken to her, but not cruel. It was hard to connect Pripyat to Jefferson based on their behaviors. They did not very closely resemble one another, and their natures seemed to be conflicting as well. Pripyat must have taken after his mother a great deal.
Speaking of Pripyat, Arye wanted to find the slate colored boy. She had not seen him for several hours. That did not bother her at all, but she longed for the pleasure of his restful company. She felt her heart fluttering strangely. She loved to spend time with him, and wanted to see if he would show her all of his favorite purlieus within Phoenix Valley. She had done some scouting of her own, but now she wished for him to be there with her. She could not distinguish his scent clearly from her surroundings, but she knew that they would find each other sooner enough.
The cream colored girl blinked yellow eyes as a howl parted the air and rang clearly in her ears. She was close enough to it to take a detour from her search for the blue eyed boy, and so she sent out a similar reply to the call to signal her approach. It was strange to think that she was part of this pack now, however informally, and her interaction with Jefferson had taught her that she might not be easily accepted by others. No time like the present to make the acquaintances of those who she would be living in the same territory with! ”Hello?” the cream colored Loas inquired around the porch of the small cabin.