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You're an island and my ship is running ground
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spaceShe was scouting the borders of what was going to be her and Iskata's pack. Phoenix Glen. Home. She felt relieved as she walked the borders of what would be their lands. She was on the coast now, looking out to sea, thinking about the pack that they were forming. It would be a safe pack. Full of Love, loyalty, and friendship. Like how Twilight Vale should have been, but different. Twilight Vale had been formed from necessity, Phoenix Valley would be from the desire for more.
spaceA movement caught her eye, and she looked up, strands of her white-blonde mane falling into her eyes. She absently brushed them away as she headed towards the figure. It looked achingly familiar. Like Naniko. As she neared, it was the pale woman. The one who'd helped keep the pups from her. Deuce lifted her chin slightly. She wouldn't show submission to naniko, she was not her leader anymore.
spacehello, Naniko.
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