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The man seemed surprised, and Skye wasn't sure why until she remembered herself; she tried to put on a smile and put on the facade again, but it didn't work - she couldn't pretend in front of her oldest and best friend, not now after he returned. She spoke -
"It's so wonderful to see you again..."
She was about to ask where he had been, but instead shifted so that both of her pups were being supported by one of her arms and gave Shawchert a long hug. She pulled away and then looked up at him, questions burning in her mind, but for some reason she wasn't able to voice them. She didn't have to; Shawchert asked her a question, if she was alright.
In a way... she was alright in that she wasn't hurt physically. It was true that the leader had grown much stronger, physically, than he had last seen her; she had taken up duties like fixing buildings and moving large branches that had fallen in the territory to keep it clean and clear, and she had grown much stronger and leaner for it. She was much tougher, and it showed; she wasn't the little girl that had joined Cercatori so long ago. But for now, her spirit was shattered.
She glanced at the white puppy in her hands. "This is Erzulie," she said. Looking over to the other pup, the creamy-white one with the brown and red markings on his face, she said; "And this one is Robert Frost." She then looked at the ground, unable to help it when a single tear rolled down her face.
"And Nathaniel... wandered off. We... couldn't find him." She looked up at Shawchert, pain showing on her face. "Bangle's out looking for him.. he's been looking for weeks."