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The pup's words were brief, her reaction one that leaned towards the elder Dreamer. Anu felt her chin fall slightly, her eyes shutting gently. Anu placed a hand on the young one's neck, soft and weightless. There was nothing harder then loosing one that was held so dearly, placed so closely to the heart. Life was too harsh, the wolfess believed. Life was unfair, and Anu would be one of the first to admit it. The scar the laced along her neck and under her jaw would speak of the lack of fairness.
But she felt a peace, thoughts of the simply spoken pup and her unspoken understanding of the situation bringing her worries to rest. She knew that this was not the end of Blaise's turmoil, and the silver tinged woman shook her head. No, young one. She is at rest. Her voice riding her soft exhale, relief filtering into her shoulders.
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