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The sable female stared up at the stars, wondering what it was like from up there, the high altitude must have provided a wonderful view of the lands, the female's jade eyes gazed up at the velvet sky, how different it would be if she were a star; although she knew that there would be no life there really, the stars were simply burning balls of gas that hung millions of miles away in the sky, they were not the sentient beings that wolves fantasised them to be, they were not watching over the lands, they simply existed, burning like the earth's own sun, warming the planet's surrounding them. The ebony Aedile was exhausted, she had been getting steadily more worn by the war, like a stone that had been in a river, if it were not for her family being here then she might have not managed to keep as stable as she had been doing so. The female had not been sleeping again, staying awake until all hours of the night and rising incredibly early in the mornings, usually she stalked the borders with her hunting knife, or in her Secui form, but now she could not even do that, she would be of no use at defending the pack at this moment in time. Using her good arm she brushed a tendril of mane from her face, catching the long strand between two of her fingers and twisting it between her long sable fingers, something she often did when she was deep in thought, or when she was particularly worried about something, at now she was involved in both. The dark female did not know what to do, she might have managed to rescue the little patchwork girl, her great granddaughter, but Cambria was still trapped within Aniwaya, she could not bear the idea of the young Marino girl being there, who knew what they might be doing to her. This was another blow to her bronze granddaughter as well, Mati had lost her mother and her mate to the western pack, Soran could not bear this, she felt so guilty that Anu had been captured; having arrived too late to rescue the grey Praetor and now Cambi had been kidnapped, it was all too terrible. Aniwaya had a lot to answer for and Soran wanted to be there when their comeuppance finally came, they deserved the punishment that she was sure would be doled out to them soon enough, the sable Aedile would enjoy every moment of watching it, she would help as best as she could, but her injured arm prevented her from fighting too much.
This reverie was broken as a male came into view, walking across the lands, for a moment the jet pelted female's ears flattened against her skull, her upper lip curling to expose her teeth, but then the ever vigilante winds changed and Soran caught the male's scent, he was a member of the pack. As he came into view properly, the moonlight catching his features as he stepped out of the deep shadows that were now claiming the lands, the dark pelted Aatte recognised him; she had seen him around the lands and the house before today. Unfortunately she could not remember his first name, but she was fairly sure that he was one of the Italian family; the Marinos, this proved the male to be trustworthy in the green eyed lady's eyes, she trusted and respected Savina, so her family were deserving of the same trust. The male came into view and nodded in greeting, sitting beside her, Soran dipped her own dark head in greeting back to him. He spoke and the female let out a slight sigh, where to begin on how she was doing? Her arm was injured, who knew how long it would take to heal, her granddaughter's mate had been kidnapped, her great granddaughter had almost been kidnapped and the large male that had tried to carry out the crime was still breathing, these were all things that the sable female could not feel happy about. However she had fallen in love once again, even though she had had to break the news to Charm and her family seemed to be warming to her, these were all things to be grateful for, she was a mixed bag of emotions at the moment. Not wanting her tale to sound too much like a sob story she instead decided upon a happier answer.
"Oh I have had far worse." The dark lady replied, gesturing to the scar across her face with her good arm, smiling at the male. What she had said had been true, she had almost died before and the attack from Hollow had been far more painful and humiliating, however she had never been stabbed before, it had been a terrible experience, one that she did not wish to repeat any time soon.
"I'm Soran by the way, Soran Aatte." Soran said, offering her good hand to the male to shake, she smiled at him, it was nice to have some companionship when she was in one of her frequent boughts of insomnia.
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