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A package had preceded her visit, one that had arrived exactly on the date intended, just in time for her beautiful daughter's birthday. It contained gifts and a note, an apology for not being with her to celebrate her first year in the world. After her daughter had left Cercatori d'Arte to found her own pack with the shadowy wolf, Zalen, Orin had been stricken with grief; but as time moved on she came to understand her daughter's actions. There had been a beckoning, a need, and no wolf could deny that inner calling. Now she was proud of her daughter, and happy for her. And, in some small way, she understood the way of life that she had selected for herself... and that very knowledge made Orin wonder if Titania had even known when it was her birthday at all.
Of course the girls knew the name of the day that Orin taught them they were born on, but Titania's world had no need of the human calendar system anymore. Was there a chance that she had tracked the days, just for fun? Perhaps the package and letter Orin had sent was the only reason she knew, if she knew at all. In fact, had that package even ever made it to her daughter? The messenger had never failed her before, and gave her no reason to doubt, but suddenly she wasn't feeling so certain...
The mare's hooves clopped solidly on the earth as she trudged forward with a lazy gait. Orin did not press the spotted horse on any faster than she felt like going, only eased her in the right direction from time to time. Riding too hard and too long gave herself sores and tired the mare... but aside from that, it also upset the extra passenger that was with her now.
Wrapped up in a nest of blankets carefully constructed over the mare's haunch was a sleeping pup; Sarian. Orin had mentioned her in some small way in the letter she had sent to New Dawn, but if the letter hadn't made it then this would be a complete surprise. Orin twisted in the saddle to look at the curled up child, then reached back to gently pet her head for a moment. “You run me ragged, little one. Hopefully after all this excitement you'll want to sleep like this for a month.” Her words were only whispers, but she spoke with an amused chortle.
Turning forward again, there was finally no doubt that the long passage had led her to New Dawn. The musk of the pack – a pack that was so diligent in marking its territory – was strong here. She expected to be forever welcomed, but still knew that it would be best to properly announce herself. Not everyone would know who she was, after all.
“Sarian,” she said, now a little louder than before, as she nudged the puppy awake. “Help me call the pack.”
The child's sleepy eyes stared at her in a stupor, but soon she caught on, and both adoptive mother and daughter tipped their noses to the sky and sang out their greeting to New Dawn.
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