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Pixie had decided that morning that today was not for exploring outside the territory. She had brought home something from her visit to Halifax with Barrett: a shiny new guitar, in extremely good condition after being kept in a back room of the music shop for all those years. Having taken most of the day after finding it to dust it off, she could see now that it was much glossier and a lot less scratched up than her old guitar. But the best part about it was the beautiful symbol—the outline of a dove in flight—carefully painted in black on the instrument.
The blue-gray wolf had spent nearly all her time since then with the guitar; she went to different places within the Crimson Dream territory just so she could play it, and she had written more songs and poems over the past month than she did in her entire life. Granted, most of them weren’t particularly deep or meaningful—one of them was just her observation of Magic swishing his tail to keep flies away from him. But she still enjoyed writing them, and that was what the planned to do today. After considering a few places on the pack lands that she could go where it would be quiet and peaceful, she settled on the hollow, which was very sheltered as well as having very little noise.
At least, that was what she thought. As the girl rode her horse closer to the hollow, wearing her usual jeans and T-shirt, she thought she could hear a high-pitched voice, like that of a puppy. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before she got closer and spotted two little ones jumping around the hollow, along with none other than Mars Russo. Pixie had heard news of her friend joining a while ago, but hadn’t gotten around to talking with him; he seemed to spend most of his time in Piccolo Village with his new family, and the fact that he chose to live away from most of the pack made the young wolfess guess that he wanted to be left alone, at least for a short while. However, now that he and his pups seemed to be adjusting to their new home, Pixie saw no reason to not say hello.
“Hey, Mars!” she called out, waving to him before dismounting Magic. “How’s it going? I don’t think I’ve seen you since you left Cercatori.” She walked up to him as quickly as she could, not wanting to run because of her guitar (which she was very protective of) on her back. She had to chuckle a little at Mars chastising his daughter, who seemed to be second-guessing her idea of climbing on top of the metal tank.
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