Denver.
That man had become quite an interesting figure in the yearling’s life. He was a man that came to this barren land at the same time she did, she had befriended him and despite their initial awkwardness the pair had become close. Their close call at the borders had frightened the girl and she hadn’t told a soul about it other than her report back to Eris. The mark the bastard gave her had healed up nicely since then, which was a relief. There was no permanent scar of the event, at least physically. The fact that she had killed someone for Salsola hadn’t left her, though. His death haunted her every time she passed the edges of the borders.
As she fiddled with her few personal objects in her home, her mind kept wandering back to the dog. Jade eyes narrowed as she crawled back into her makeshift bed, her eyes drawn to the bottle of wine he had brought her for her birthday. It had stayed on the ground since it was given to her and she hadn’t really thought about it since. But now, it was there on the ground collecting dust. She sighed, rubbing her blue-grey Mohawk in thought. The wolf let out a sharp howl, hoping he was close. It was time they talked about that … incident. She hadn’t thought that maybe he was hurting from it too.
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