Magnolia’s woe had been short-lived; after a few days the young girl found a renewed energy to meet her new pack-mates. Larkspur had urged her to keep introducing herself, and so she had been haunting the more frequented areas of the pack. That was Magnolia’s way of introducing herself—a hopeful bump-into. The river seemed like a good place to start meeting people, so the woman left early in the morning to allow enough time for a hopeful encounter.
Magnolia was focused on the Pictou River this morning, desiring fish and the serenity of the area. Magnolia had only been here once or twice and hadn’t stayed for long, so the girl was excited to spend the day near the calming waters. Silver paws walked slowly, the chilled water just a few inches away. She was stone stepping, testing her balance, unsure if the optime girl could balance on the rocks for too long. She made it a few meters before the cold water overtook the rocks and froze her toes; wincing, the girl continued down the river.
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