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Blinking pale eyes slowly, Sherlock woke to sunshine in the face. With a groan, she shoved her nose underneath her tail in an attempt to make the sun go away. Why did it have to be so annoying, up high in the sky? For once she had slept, finally succumbing to her body’s need for sleep, and she just wanted to stay that way, just for a little while longer. She wasn’t one for sleep, especially when she was on a mission or trying to solve a puzzle- her mind was always racing far too much for her to sleep, so when she did manage to fall asleep, she normally slept for stretches at a time. This was different though, Sherlock was bored out of her mind, and all of this waiting around was beginning to drive her mad.
Before meeting Dahmer, she would have been fine trying to find something to distract her mind, to constantly keep going and not staying in one place for too long; she would leave once the distractions stopped being enough for her raging mind. This time, however, she was purposely staying around, putting herself through this dreadful boredom. She had tried to entertain her mind by exploring some of the surrounding areas but not even the action of exploring, of getting up and doing something, was enough to interest her mind, and to make whatever it was that she was feeling go away. The only good the explorations had done was put her scent around where Dahmer would have caught it, that way when she finally sought him out he would know that she was nearby.
With the wind rustling her fur, Sherlock finally pulled herself up and stretched. With a thoughtful gaze towards the south, the lithe female made up her mind and began to make her way towards what she had learned was called the Ethereal Eclipse. Not knowing the actual process for these things, Sherlock hoped that over two weeks apart would have been enough time for Dahmer to calm down and not want to punch her in the face when she showed up again.
By the time she made it into the thick forest, grey clouds had begun to creep into the sky, looming ever closer towards Sherlock and her destination- it was almost like the day could feel the dread that the ebony female was feeling as she drew closer to Dahmer and what could possibly be Fight Number Two.
When she finally reached the tree trunk that she had sat upon for their first meeting together, the sound of a hammer pounding reached her ears which caused a small smile to grace her lips. Although she knew it could be another wolf building something, she knew that the odds were unlikely that the wolf creating that particular noise was anyone other than Dahmer. Upon hearing that sound, she could feel what others would deem to be luck heading her way- when Dahmer was working with his hands he was always so much calmer and got lost in the project. With a small nod of her head, Sherlock set off in the direction of the noise.
It was only a short walk from their initial meeting place when Sherlock finally caught sight of Dahmer up high in the trees, building what appeared to be a tree house. Her approach had been quiet but knew that even if she had created a ruckus that the likelihood of Dahmer having heard would have been slim- when Dahmer was building something, he was very much like Sherlock and got lost in his head and in the motions. She sat down several feet away from the tree Dahmer was working in, her tail wrapping around her paws as she sat in silence for a few minutes, watching him work. It always amazed her how graceful he could be, for one so large, and it reminded her of being back in Jasper Valley, when it was pretty much just the two of them because none of the others wanted to willingly be around her and yet Dahmer did constantly, even when they weren’t training or going out on a mission.
Suddenly, she knew exactly what she had to say and what she had to do. Sherlock waited until there was a pause in the hammering and Dahmer wasn’t in any danger of falling out of the tree before she called out to her friend, What I said before, Dahmer, I meant it. She paused for a moment, waiting for her original words to set in before continuing on, But if you still want me to leave, I will.
She’d be fine if he wanted her to leave, she told herself, after all she had been fine without him before.
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