nowhere to be found on this side of the scene
WC: 537
The ebony female loved these lands very dearly, they were her home now after all, even when she had left to find Blind's killer these were the lands that she had thought of. When she had been delirious from the infection she had dreamed of coming back here so that she could be with her family again. When her old pack had looked after her when she was healing, when they had held a party for her birthday, even then she had wished she was here, that she was home. She had to admit the lands had lost a little of their charm, their sparkle now though, what with Deuce being missing. It saddened her to see such areas of beauty, especially this lovely flower glade, somewhere that she perhaps loved the most in the lands, in this state, but she was planning on rectifying this today, even if it took her all day and well into the night. She was absorbed in this work, it was almost cathartic; perhaps it would help her standing in the pack, make them all see that she was here for the long run and not just ready to run off again at the first sign of a problem; yes this should show them that Soran did indeed love these lands and this pack and that she wanted to be here; she wasn't planning on going anywhere else in a hurry. It was true that she wandered, she was a creature that had always liked to explore, to meet new wolves and experience new cultures, but these lands were home to her, they were the place that she came home to a night, to metaphorically hang her hat. As she moved, lifting and bending to move the larger branches, adding them to her pile, her necklaces clinked together, she wore them both constantly, her only human items that were always with her. One was a piece of flint, the piece of flint that had pierced her hand one day, causing her first ever shift, it lay on her chest on a strip of leather, coloured beads and feathers adorning the plain brown strip. The other was her symbol of mate-ship to Deuce, a silver pentagram on a thin silver chain, long dexterous fingers stroked it gently as Soran paused in her work for a moment. Oh where was she? What had happened to the alabaster female that had held her heart for so very long?
A sound behind her caught her attention, the dark lady turned quickly, her green eyes settling on a small wolf running towards her, a girl with fur that was a mixture of reddish and brown hues. A smile tugged at the ebony lady's lips as she watched her approach. The very tall sable female smiled and gave a small wave as the younger girl approached, catching the scent of New Dawn emanating from her as she came closer. Once she was in speaking distance Soran gave a small bow of greeting, a smile still playing on her lips.
“Hello there friend! I am Soran Aatte, have you come to help tidy up?” Soran called, raising her head once more to look at the russet coloured female.
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