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The dream she had wandered through with reverence was well lived for a time before the voice of the waking world called for her to be among it again. Her sense was too keen to ignore a searching voice as was her sense of duty too strong to simply leave the caller be and fall back asleep. Slowly she was pulled from her dreams to the warmth of the furs and den and to the ache of her side from rolling while she slept. And it was with this same sluggish reluctance that she she-wolf pushed herself from the ground, her limbs quaking as she forced herself to all fours while stifling the rebellious yawn with tightly affixed lips.
Trails of red flowed in the wake of her paws as she walked to the mouth of the den then suddenly dropped at its entrance. She lay with only her head and forelimbs protruding into the mild cold with her head resting on top. Her eyes were not blind to the imposing figure of her mate standing before her with shoulder occupied by two feathered escorts. Spying through heavy lids the odd behavior of her companion, she clicked her tongue to garner his attention then gestured with a purposeful flick of her ear for him to come to her. It was a well known, well practiced guest for the two of them, one she was certain would be complied to without a fuss as it required little effort on his part. But when the bird did not leave his perch for his master, the woman shared a look of concern beneath the heavy veil of auburn locks with those gleaming orange orbs. What was this? she wished to inquire but held her tongue given her feral form. By choice, she remained silent and let the gestures of her form speak for her. Her hackles rose irritably along her nape but her ears had yet to fall back in genuine anger. But when her eyes turned to Saluce, the bristled ridge lowered but a little, still wary as she silently expected an explanation. Both for her companion’s behavior and why she was stirred from sleep.