The slender female rest her head on her paws as she looked over New Dawn's ethereal landscape. With each breath, she could pick up the scent of each pack mate. Some she knew, while some she had never gotten around to meeting, being the shy wolf that she was. A stream of wines escaped her. The fresh wound ached, but that wasn't all that was hurting her. She still felt those chilling eyes burning into her back, like Amy was watching from a distance, just waiting for the right moment to attack again and finish her off. Fayne knew that if she came, she wouldn't be able to protect herself and that was what hurt the most. It wounded her pride deeply. She was grateful, however, for Tharin. Who had come to her when she limped back across the borders, he'd been there to calm her nerves after the attack. Him, and all the wolves in this pack would protect her, which eased her aching soul.
The silver wolf rolled herself over to lay on her side, staring up at the sky. Her eyes told of all the feelings she was having so much trouble controlling. Pain, sadness, fear, and hate. Hate for that monster. A snarl rippled her lips at the thought of the girl. A presence broke her anger, the scent immediately recognizable as Noah's. Her tail started up like a rudder as he came towards her. She lifted herself up into a sitting position before he reached her. When he approached something was off, his words were nearly a growl when he spoke, he was furious. Fayne's ears flattened on her head, hesitant to answer his question. She leaned forward to lick at his muzzle submissively, her tail still thumping behind her, happy to see the kind silver heathen. "It's a long story..." She didn't really want to talk about it.
Ears perked at the name Deuce. She's never met her before and had never heard the name spoken to her. Fayne's head tilted as she looked at him, eyes confused, mixed in with all the emotions that welled inside her. "Deuce? I don't think I've ever met that wolf before. Why? Who's Deuce Noah?" Fayne could see the anger on his face. She glanced at the odd shaped wound that now marked her left shoulder. Still, unable to make out what the shape was, then she looked back into Noah's pretty blue eyes. She reached out to lick him once more, trying to calm his evident fury. "Don't worry about this. It'll heal with time, I'm okay." She put on her best fake smile, trying her hardest to appear calm. But, with his presence she felt the need to break down. Just as she did with Tharin, it was an unavoidable feeling. She hadn't given herself time to cry and let the realization of what happened hit her. She was stronger that that.
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