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As the time passed and still he did not find the wolfess he looked for Oak grew weary that she had already disappeared. He had never been without Crimson Dreams. His mother had been between packs in her time, she knew what it was like. But Oak didn't, and it brought a harder part of him to the surface, a new armor that he needed in order to protect the ones he cared about. And now, he was worried that Cassia had fallen back to her wandering ways in order to survive. Though, Oak did not stop looking.
He moved further south, back into the land that still smelled of the Dreamers. Yet it had faded significantly and he fought the urge to strengthen it. A scent was his reward for constant diligence, and he moved more quickly as he followed it. It was as if he was meeting her for the first time, though her howl was not there to guide him.
The lake, a place Oak would always feel comfortable beside came into view. And then he knew she was near. A figure appeared, earth toned and laying along the face of a slab stone. A smile came to his face, and he called out to her. Cassia. He approached a bit slowly, hoping that he didn't startle her. It was hard for him to remember that this was no longer their home and they needed to remain diligent and on alert at all times.
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