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Silvano
Anu had sent her daughter and sons away. Though she had always been a meek wolf, she had some sense of pride. Despite her frail form she could still care for herself, for her ills were healing and she was no longer bandaged. She had been taken take of, tended to and fed. Her strength was returning and she was eager to regain a sense of purpose in the ranks. Anu was still the second in command, her talents still alive and well. She simply needed to practice them.
With the help of the apple tree limb she had come down the stairs in the brisk morning light, and wandered into the common living space of the Manor. It was dim, the Sun's light had yet to break through the frost lined panes of glass. She could see her breath, billowing lightly before her nose. The wolfess stood looking at the room, and knew what it needed.
Slowly she placed the logs into the ancient fireplace. They where heavier then one would think, and she used to hands to lift them from the stack and onto the burnt embers from fire the night before.
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