The sable female had been a recluse for such a long time now, she had been sleeping in the communal den, but had kept out of the way of the others, allowing only Zalen, Titania and the beautiful Deuce to be close to her. The ebony matriarch could not explain what had happened to her, she had simply lost interest in social interaction, she had been hiding away from everyone, she had still performed her pack duties, still nodded greetings to those that she passed as she wandered, but her heart had not been in it, not for a while, somehow being close to others seemed like a physical pain, like small pinpricks jabbing at her. And so the dark Beta wolf had hidden herself away, sleeping beside her pale angel at night but hiding away from everyone during the day, she had confined herself to the pack lands, not wanting to be away, but somehow not wanting to be there either. But slowly, ever so slowly this seemed to be changing, something was stirring within herself, some small mark of the old female that she had once been, the adventurer, the mother, the one who cared so deeply for her pack. Now being alone all the time brought loneliness rather than comfort, the worrying realization that so much had been changing within her pack that she was missing out on. So now, somehow in some strange way the sable female had concluded that the only way she was going to start feeling any better was to begin to socialize once more. And so she had risen from her usual daytime hiding spot, she moved quickly, padding back to the den, she shelved her book in the small alcove above where she and Deuce slept and stepped out into the lands once again. The female's jade eyes roved across the lands, there was no-one around it seemed, the breeze was cool against her dark fur, ruffling her pelt as it caressed her.
Soran gave a lazy yawn and stretched, raising her arms high above her head, noticing that there was no pain this time, the wound in her arm seemed to have healed nicely; now there was barely any pain, unless she turned too sharply in her Lupus form, then sometimes there would be a pain so intense that it would make her wince, but mostly it seemed that the knife wound had healed. The ebony pelted female smiled to herself as she walked, taking deep breaths, gulping down the cool, fresh air that filled the lands as if she had never breathed it before, like she had been suffocating. And perhaps she had been, perhaps that had been the problem, why she had been unable to bear having anyone unknown too close to her. As she thought this she noticed a familiar figure standing by the banks of the river, a smile crossed the Beta's lips and her heart soared, it was Deuce, her one and only, her day and night. She was thrilled to see her. The sable female approached her mate quickly, a spring in her step as she did so, but she slowed as she approached, trying to make herself unnoticeable, she snuck up behind her lover and wrapped a dark arm around her lover's waist. She pressed herself against her mate's back and planted a gentle, tender kiss on the side of her pale lady's neck.
"Hello there my love." She purred, cuddling the female that held her heart close to her.
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