Wading in Shallow Waters
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  • Setting: Mild afternoon climate. July 3rd
  • Location: Communal Dens
  • Form: Secui


  • The past few days had been terribly trying, but none the less fortuitous. She had gained a charge in the midst of it and with Sira’s improving conditions, a brighter shining light was cast upon her days. Though in taking care of the young jackal, she made certain her other responsibilities were not shirked. Her remarking of the borderline was swift but always thorough, and ensuring the interior of the dens were swept clean and tidy had become a cathartic routine. It was unfortunate that hunting became a second thought on her daily tasks, but trusted the others to do well to pick up the slack. At least until her charge was ready to assume an active role alongside them. But she was patient and allowed the young one to take her time in assimilating. Afterall, the lands of Sangi’lak would be her home too and its Issor wanted to ensure she was comfortable and secure.

    But that of course did not mean the woman could not have time to herself. Even with her chores completed and Sira for the moment occupied, she decided to stretch her legs and spend time with whom remained in the dens this hour. The scent of the pack was heavy but still individual scents were distinguishable. But what caught her nostrils was the bitter tinge of blood mucking the otherwise pleasant aroma. She needn’t place her nose to the ground to follow it, dragging impressive lengths of auburn locks in her wake. It was pungent enough to lead her without trouble to its source; the lone abode of her childhood friend. Her delicate nose barely crossed the threshold into his den before she was forced to jerk back and to save her olfactory sense from becoming smothered.

    “Oh X’ies…” the she-wolf whined whilst bringing a heavy paw to her muzzle in emphasis to his offensive odor. It was all of course in good humor as it was made apparent but a light smile. “You smell…”

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