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Finally. I'm so sorry, but I resurfaced it for us? Let me know if you don't want it 
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It had been a calm evening, she had contemplated braiding her hair and conversing in a hushed voice with Atisia within the walls of the Town Hall. There were slits for air to come in and smoke to come out, and her hearth smoldered pleasantly, giving off a faint scent from the tobacco she had tossed into the embers awhile before. It was between the wood in such a slit she glimpsed a great white creature and knew immediately who it was. He was always a pleasant sight in all his majesty, but she felt a chill when she briefly thereafter realized that he was alone, and seeking her. She was outside quickly after and her marten guide quickly joined her by her feet as he spoke, deep voice rumbling ominously. It was rare that a guide would do this, and she was humbled by the situation and his authority.
She said little, but knew better than to waste time speaking. A shocked expression covered her face for a few moments as she tried to gather her mind. "The children...?" she thought, but replied to the beast with only a firm nod, though delayed. She would learn the rest of this when she got there. The Spirit Guides exchanged glances and Ulilohi found herself wondering if there was more unsaid than what the beast had hinted at, though she did not linger on the thought; it was too uncomfortable. The stables were close enough for one with such long legs as her own, but she would not risk a horse's back for her weight, not even now. There would be no more "incidents" tonight. A steady pulse drummed in her chest where she ran in long strides, for once in her secui form, bigger and bulkier than usual (or so she felt). It was strange to view the world from so low a height, and all the while she followed the large creature's pale legs as he ran ahead of her, showing the way. It was too much to think of, what had happened to Gemma, and Atisia said nothing either where he sat, as firmly as he could, self-attached to her back. She avoided wasting breath on speech, confident that the buffalo would understand.
She arrived and shifted again. A wolfess who named herself Jace had met her there, and Ulilohi followed her into the pack's territory, her body tense and worn and shaken. It had taken hours of traveling, and she was exhausted. It was strange to walk into this place right then, with an out of shape feeling and a wholly different atmosphere than last she had been here. She said nothing to the female, though she nodded gratefully at her when they met and as they walked, whenever the context called for it. As they arrived outside a building, Atisia dropped to the ground and ran ahead a few steps, but the councilwoman halted outside of it, uncertain. She looked to the stranger, Jace, and wondered how many in this pack were involved in this grand gesture of goodwill towards Gemma. These were friends, she knew.
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