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It was uncomfortable, being this far away from her own camp even if it was just a few yards away. It felt like she were trespassing only another packs grounds even though she was certain at least one of her Shepard’s mates resided within these ‘borders’. Perhaps her own mother…if memory served. And they were all of the same Family, as she recalled with little confidence though she tried regardless there was no reason for her to feel out of place. Besides, her friend were spare her this discomfort soon enough.
What she was greeted with was not the four-legged form she had grown used to, but one upon two legs mirroring her own. She was surprised to say the least, and partially disheartened that he had about an inch on her in height. Perhaps during another time, she would have pouted and teased her friend about this til he made up some reason why it was better genetics turned out this way. But the tone of the setting around not allow for playful banter now. Not when the mood was made this grave.
Never the less she forced a smile, approaching her friend as she always did; with a favoring wag of her tail and an endearing touch on the cheek. “You could have called for me yourself,” she scolded him softly, hoping to diffuse the ominous air that hung about them. “But what task would a Lambda ask of an Exultare that would require formality?“
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