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The leaves were almost gone. Their fire and earthen hues were now subject to the wind's whim. Eyes like water watched as they fell at even the least arrogant of gusts. Mere whispers of a breeze. She felt the season changing right before her, and Anu hoped to be able to change along side of it.
The elder wolfess sat among the knotted and crooked apple trees. A blanket wrapped around her thing shoulders, a branch seated beside her as her walking staff. It was made of the same wood that she sat beneath, but had long lost it's green core.
She was not confident leaving the walls of the manor, unsteady on her foot-paws but the wolfess had made it to her most favorite spots in her beloved orchard. She could see down the long lone if trees, and if she tilted her maw towards the sun she could see the towering red leafed trees that bordered the Manor's grounds. She could smell the waters of the lake, and just hear the sound of the pack's home.
A fragile finger moved upwards, through the fur of her shoulder and towards the bare line that curved along her neck. She felt the skin, where fur should have been, and pulled away quickly. The fright of the memories were enough to make her to scared to even touch the still healing wound. She wished to change, yet the marks of her past would linger.
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