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It had been a few days since Noah had Deuce help with her wounds. They still were sore and achy but she was no longer in agonizing pain. Her movement was still limited to a limp, which left her frustrated. How was she going to seek guidance on fighting if it was taking so long for her wounds to heal? The silver female gave a long sigh. She had been trying her best to keep her mind focused on the future. The memory of her encounter with Amy was still so overbearing that she could barely talk or think about it. She was still having nightmares and hadn't been getting much sleep. When would she finally be able to do something useful instead of sit here and waiting?
Fayne was resting in the den, where she had been spending the majority of her time. Being surrounded by her pack mates made her feel safe and secure. She hadn't gone more than a few feet outside in weeks and it was starting to get to her. Being pent up in an area for so long left her mind wondering constantly, it never got a rest. So, she decided to do something about it. Fayne limped her way to her beloved meadow where the skies were clear and full of the sound of life. Here, it felt like nothing could go wrong. Pleasant aromas filled the air and birds chirped happily in the trees surrounding the meadow. This place was her paradise.
When she reached the meadow, she felt a sudden sense of peace. The atmosphere was light and care free. It was almost like a heavy wet blanket was being removed from her back. The dainty wolf lay herself down in the center of it all and rolled over. Emerald eyes stared into the sky and for the first time in weeks, a true smile creased her lips. Why hadn't she come to this place sooner?
Fayne's dark ears twitched when she heard the sound of a rabbit nearby, digging and rustling in the tall grass. This sparked playful intent within her and she rose to go after it. She was brought back to the time she found Noah hunting. With ease he took down a prey even though he only had three legs. She wondered if she could do the same thing. Fayne crouched, putting all of her weight on her good front paw. She inched toward the sound and once she was close she lowered her body. Her rump was in the air, tail wiggling behind her. Once she had her eyes locked, she pounced onto it bringing her teeth down to clamp down on the small creature. Unfortunately, she lost her balance and missed leaving the rabbit to hop away scared, but unharmed. She released several happy yelps into the sky, completely at peace here in the meadow. For a few moments, she had forgotten about what had happened weeks earlier and was left with nothing but content for this place.
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