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I'm really sorry for the wait on this! I didn't realise that it had been so long!
WC: 848
The ebony female was enjoying this run in the lands, it was nice to stretch ones limbs and canter along without a care or a worry, it was nice to feel happy and relaxed for a moment or two. To just be able to run without being chased or chasing something or someone, to be running for the sake of running rather than because one was rushing to get somewhere, it was nice; the sable female felt like a young wolf once again, the carefree feeling of youth washing over her. She found a small laugh somewhere deep inside her and it escaped her lips as she ran next to this pleasant autumn pelted female. It was certainly a way to blow the cobwebs from her mind as she ran, the dark wolf felt a little better about the situation she had found herself in, her lover was missing and she felt that she had let her pack down by leaving, but right at the moment she felt so much better, like there was still hope for everything, that Deuce would be found safe and well and be so overjoyed to see her and that she would finally feel better in the pack once again, like she mattered and meant something to them. Soran listened intently as X'yrin began to speak, she was pulling ahead of the sable female and was looking over her shoulder as she spoke to Soran, the lithe female sped up her pace to make it easier for the orangey female to speak to her. The autumn wolf seemed confident that her pack's Ancestors would see Soran's plight and help her, her confidence in the subject gave the dark female hope as she mused on it. X'yrin then began to explain what the Ancestors actually were, it seemed that they were not deities, that they were in fact, something like spirits that had walked these lands before, Soran smiled a little as she thought of that, it seemed that this pack's beliefs and her own habits were not so different. After all how many times had it been that she had felt lost and alone and found her way back to her old friend and Alphess Phasma's grave? How often had she sat before the slab of carved stone and explained her plight? She had frequently asked her long dead friend for help and guidance, sometimes she had felt that she was using the cold slab of stone as nothing more than a sounding board, thinking aloud, but sometimes it seemed that Phasma was watching over her, helping her and guiding her, pointing her in the right direction. Perhaps that was where the sable female needed to go now?
The sable female smiled softly as she listened to the female speak, this autumn woman seemed so very kind and friendly, Soran had warmed to her quickly and greatly, the dark female honestly liked her very much. It seemed that she was about to offer to help Soran by asking the ancestors to help her in one of her singing rituals, calling to the moon it seemed. The dark lady was about to open her maw to thank her but all that came out was a short, sharp "Oh!" as the autumn female fell forwards, letting out a cry of pain. Worry crossed the ebony pelted female's features as she looked at the younger female laying there, the older female quickly skidded to a halt, padding towards the female once she had stopped. She watched as the female tried to get to her feet, one of her front limbs shaking as she attempted to sit up, she said ouch and sat up. She suggested that they pretend it didn't happen, that she was getting lazy, but the jet black female was concerned, the way that her leg shook when she tried to bear weight on it, that looked like the female had hurt herself.
"Oh dear X'yrin, are you alright? It looks like you might have hurt yourself, you seem to have injured your leg, do you need help?" Soran asked, she could not help but be concerned for the younger female, the need to mother her coming easily and rapidly. Soran was a natural mother nowadays, she adopted many wolves that crossed her path, the lost, the lonely, the injured, or those who simply wanted someone to be there and care for them in times of trouble. The jet female was concerned by X'yrin's fall.
"Thank you by the way, thank you so much for your offer of asking your Ancestors to help, you have given me an idea in fact." Soran replied, her green eyes filled with genuine gratitude, but also concern for the autumn coloured lady. She knew the need to put on a brave face in front of wolves that one did not know well, but all she wanted to do was help the younger girl, the ebony female was a fair healer after all, if the bone was unaligned then she could at least return it to the correct place.
