Stand up, stand tall
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She had come out of her sulk after time with her son in the Artisian pack down south, and after having him follow her home. She knew she couldn't go back into hiding, though, she needed to stay active and stop grieving. Yes, her mate had abandoned her. Again. She couldn't be bitter about it. She needed to stay upbeat, she needed to keep positive. She needed-

Her stomach growled. Once again, she missed her bow, lost in the 2008 fire, back when Noah and Tal had been pups, when Willow hadn't even been a dream, let alone a twinkle in her eye. She needed to hunt.

She walked now, her slender body moving gracefully, except the ugly gait caused by her injury from Adelio that hadn't healed right. Who ever had said ‘Physician, heal yourself’ had been wrong. A healer couldn't do much for herself when she was in fear of her life and that of her child.

The Rhiannon matriarch stopped as she saw a form ahead. Her brow furrowed as she struggled to recognize the wolf. The color was right for Soran, but the shape wasn't. She stepped forward, in the line of sight for the other. "Hello, I'm Deuce Rhiannon. Who are you?" It wasn't rude, just curious.


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