Always sunday

[Tristan Nakado]

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Between his duties with the border and his lessons with Ember, Tristan had to make time for himself. He had set up his den, including a remarkably detailed carving on the tree, and this was where he spent most of his alone time. Of course, this was few and far between. Today he was back on duty, trotting along the forest trails at an easy lope. Every so often he would pause to mark the border, or inspect an interesting piece of brush. An unfamiliar scent made him lift his head, sniffing until he pinpointed the area it led to.

Not long after, the burly male had come across a silver-gold woman laying on a rock. Advancing, he spoke quietly. “You new here?”

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