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A hand was waved down at Adelle. Intrigued by the pink coloring she stepped closer. She hadn't ever seen anyone with that kind of coloring before. It was very pretty. Most of the wolves she knew had black pads. Agilely the white wolf swung down. That was amazing to see, quick and lithe and strong. Adelle couldn't do anything like that. She would have gone crashing through the trees. Not clumsy, but definitely with less grace than the small wolf before her. She didn't notice the awkwardness in the words, awkward enough with her own nature.

I'm Adelle. Her tail wagged happily, pleased with meeting a member of the pack she hadn't run into before. Ice blue eyes widened with worry as a tear fell down. Why was she crying? Adelle had never cried much as a child. When sad it had always been internal, noted with a slight reluctance to interact. Tears had only come when pushed to desperation. Laughter came, a startling experience for her. Asked what the pack did left Adelle a little dumbfounded. She knew what she did. Train, patrol, visit with Skoll. What more was there? Was there more she should be doing? Experiencing?

Asked if they healed Adelle rapidly nodded her head. That was something she understood. Yes. Grandpa heals. He takes care of the pack. He does well with everyone. You heal with him? She could certainly do that, Adelle didn't see why she couldn't be a healer.


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