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The passing rain had left the air feeling cool and a spell of calm had fallen over the land. The quiet was welcoming as the creatures within prepared themselves for the coming night, leaving the woman sat atop the mountains façade alone with her numerous thoughts and busied paws. Well worn and weathered, her digits remained as dexterous as ever, seamlessly weaving feather and fur together; threading glass and bone as though they were as malleable as blades of grass or dried twigs. She had gotten quite better with her craft over time, motivated by the kind encounter had in winter with the decorated Alpha of a southern pack, so kind and grateful for the assistance the Nomad offered. Had the beads not come as part of the trade, it was doubtful she would have been as enthralled with crafting as she had come to be now. No wonder the Marecks were such calm beings; working with one’s paws was very soothing and there was pride that came with exhibiting one’s work or seeing it worn for its intended purpose. It was an activity to be glad for and never failed to surface a smile on her calm face.
Resting along the wall of a rocky path, she sat with her craft in lap as she continued to fashion a kind of twine through bone. She did not know what to make of it yet, but trusted her mind to lead her to something new. Just enough of the setting sun remained to provide her with the light to reach a ceasing point in her work. While a small fire would have done just as well to supply the necessarily light, she had not thought ahead to bring the supplies. But it was all well and good. The forced pause granted her the time to collect her things and enjoy a leisurely bound down the south face of the mountain.
Her legs had become well adept to the odd footholds and slopes for climbing, making it less of a challenge and more of an enjoyment to play along the rugged face. But still she could not deny the ease that would come when equipped with four limbs instead of two, especially when she missed a step once, then twice til she reached a smoothed part of the path and was able to walk with no trouble. She smiled to herself with no other reason than to do so as she continued her descent to the common place beneath the mountain’s shadow. She held no thought other than the anticipations of the following day. But the simplistic mindset was terribly short-lived as she was greeted by her beloved’s scent and was made aware of his presence…
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