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Hotaru had been in the middle of apologizing to Fawkes for what seemed like the millionth time. He sat upon the nest they had created, a golden egg tucked carefully beneath his body. Fawkes had been against getting the egg in the first place and hated the fact that he had to sit on it. Hotaru had apologized to him over and over again, swearing that the chick wouldn't replace him and feeding him the best cuts of meat she could get. Even so, Fawkes was irritable and unreasonable. Hotaru whined at him, begging him not to hate her. Her large, dexterous paw reached out slowly and caressed the birds feathers. His beak gently nipped at her fingers and he spoke in his avian language. Hotaru smirked, despite his actions; Fawkes still claimed that he had not forgiven her. She shook her head and smiled.
They pair of hunters had made up, somewhat, and Hotaru turned her focus to food. She had gone out hunting for Fawkes, but it was time to feed herself. The blind female took a few minuted to shift into her halfling form before she took off. Although she could hunt fine with Fawkes to aid her, hunting by herself was a little more tricky. Hotaru wisely decided to stick close to Thornbury and hunt in the forest she knew best. With the aid of her secui form, she would at least be able to get a rabbit or something.
A call rang out through the pack lands, asking for the leader. Red ears twitched and swiveled as Hotaru stopped to listen. Skye had told her that another pack was coming to start a trading trip with them in the name of peace. Hotaru, to her great surprise and honor, had been asked to join the Caravan. Her mind swirled as she wondered if the caller was in fact from the pack that Skye had talked about.
The Tessitore di Sogno decided that, rather be safe than sorry, she would see whom it was that had called. Hotaru made her way along familiar paths, through the woods and to the boarders of Cercatori d'Arte. The scent of a foreign pack filled her nose as well as Taliesin's and Myrddin's scents. Hotaru approached cautiously and just in time to hear her fellow pack mate greet one of the strangers. The blind female woofed to announce her presence. Her stance was confident, but neither dominant nor submissive.
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