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As many days as not, Nayru awoke in the stain glass windowed church, the light filtering in through the colored designs and decorating the patches of white upon her pelt. Blues, greens, yellows and reds burst upon her fur like some sort of magic, and disappeared as soon as she moved herself into the shadows. That she and her two sisters had been conceived in this place, and almost born here, was of no sentimental value to the girl. Merely she found the quiet church to be calming, and it was much more conveniently located than her greenhouse, which was still her primary residence. Also it seemed to her that the church, if belonging to her mother and father and still unclaimed by any others, was rightfully her's and Farore's. Mostly the tall ivory lady slept in the small bedroom in back of the church, whereas if Nayru crashed in sanctuary she simply spread her tiny body out on a pew and fell into a slumber on the hard wood.
When she swept through the main room and into the kitchen in back she found the fish, half cooked on the dying coals, and knew that her sister was already working in the vineyards. After having consumed the breakfast so thoughtfully left by her sibling she set about her daily duties. Patrolling did not just mean border patrol and scent marking any longer. There were so many tasks to be attended to, Nayru hardly found time in the day. As a rule the young alpha had to trust that the others did their part, and for the most part they did. Rarely did she had to reprimand anyone for not pulling their weight, and if she did it was often more in jest and a soft warning than with any real bite to it.
As she wandered up through Berwick and into Wolfville the mottled girl sang to herself, a soft and unintelligible song under her breath. The song continued as she made her way along a very familiar route, and ended when she ended at the tall Victorian home. Blinking up at the building Nayru realized she had not purposefully come here, but here anyways he wondered if Gideon was inside. The girl took two small steps and then realized something was different about the partly destroyed home. The noises that came then were a great tip and Nayru soon found herself on the second floor, amid a mess of construction. Or rather: reconstruction. “Saluce? What are you doing?” As if it wasn’t clear enough. Yet she asked all the same.
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