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[Titania Moonsong]

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Titania Moonsong

if nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies

They found all they needed to know about the human buildings. They were dilapidated beyond repair. They might be a danger to walk inside, and they were only a shell of what they had once been. It was unlikely that any Luperci would even desire to live in the structures, and that was probably why no one lived there now. Zalen was unafraid of the small human settlement and he traversed the rest stop fearlessly. Even the bubbling, pungent fluid from the gas pump hadn’t phased him much. He just coolly buried the thing, and for Titania it was out of sight, out of mind. She felt more comfortable with the smell of the fuel dampened by snow. Of course, her powerful nose could still detect it, it was just less offensive now.

Relief washed over her when he said they could leave. This place was ghastly, like a grave yard, and she was happy to be away from it. As they stepped off of the paved highway her steps picked up again and soon the pep was back. They galloped through the meadow, hours of running and occasional play passing the day away. Soon the setting sun was far behind them, and they faced a darkening land that was crawling with other wolves.

This time she didn’t react with fear or apprehension, only curiosity. She stood tall and alert, surveying the different sounds and scents of this land. She cocked her head to the side, looking very confused and innocent.

“I don’t recognize the scent, but unless we went off course…” she glanced over her shoulder, and then back to Zalen. “It’s got to be either Anathema or Ichika no Ho-en.” She only knew of the packs from hearing them mentioned around Cercatori d’Arte. Although she hadn’t been to many of the lands she did have a general idea of their placement on the map.

“Should we find out? Might as well meet our new neighbors, right?” She grinned, but before she let out a howl to announce their presence at the pack’s borders she stopped, letting the final decision be Zalen’s. They had been out all day and were not prepared for things to go awry.

Word Count :: +300
OOC :: Naaaat... Reread the last sentence of your first paragraph. Lahv! And... does this signify a new thread? To Ichika?

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