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Fayne smiled generously at Tharin. It had been a while since she'd felt so open in another wolf's presence. Usually she found herself acting incredibly shy and not speaking much. But, he was different. She felt as though she could trust him and in her eyes that mean a lot. She gave him a slight nod when he thanked her and she watched as he gulped the shrew down in one bite. It was less of a meal then she thought it was, but it was the thought that counted right? Her eyes darted away with a slight embarrassment of her own poor hunting skills remembering that Tharin described his love of hunting. If she practiced enough, with or without a pack, she would become good at it eventually. She had to. Again, what wolf couldn't hunt. It was the staple skill of every wolf and she lacked it. The silver fae turned back to Tharin as she thanked her, he had a glorious bright smile on his face. He obviously had appreciated her efforts to kill the shrew for him and this brought a rather wide smile to her own face. Her tail thumped on the ground behind her excitedly. "It really wasn't that impressive, I'm sure you could hunt animals ten times the size of that shrew if you wanted to. That's something I'd like to see." Fayne leaned in to lick Tharin's chin affectionately happy that she'd been able to please him. She proceeded to sit herself down close to him absorbing the warmth from his body, her tail seemed to unintentionally wrap around the back of both of them.

Fayne had nothing to say as she sat there perfectly content with her new friend. She was glad that she'd met him today, and even gladder that he wasn't a Luperci. This brought an overwhelming sense of comfort to her that she was taking full advantage of. Even though he had witnessed her change, he seemed to be accepting of her now. He had already opened up to her by telling her one of his stories which she had enjoyed listening to. Fayne gazed at him from her peripherals as she thought completely unaware that she was doing so. She hoped she would come across others that hadn't been touched by the virus. Then her thoughts shifted to her family. The last time she'd seen them they were all pure wolves, on the run from Drosnav and the other half of the pack who had all been infected. She hoped that they had managed to escape him and find safety joining one of the many packs that inhabited this land. A longing expression took over her as she thought about just how much she missed them. Rowan, Ezreal, Her mother and father, she longed so badly to see them. Her eyes shifted to the ground as she played out the various situations they may have encountered, the worst case being found by Drosnav and the others.


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