Memories of a distant past
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She listened to Fawkes chatter back to Tehu, the birds getting into a conversation again about their canine friends and what they thought was the best way to deal with it. Tehu mainly dealt with this by making himself louder and louder, convinced that the loudest one would win. A wide smile rested on Dalgina's face. It wasn't often that she could forget her nightmares. Quiet moments in Taru's home sitting by the blind wolf, or being out hunting with Ovi, those were the moments that brought her the most peace. She found it here as well in the meadow with Kiara.

It was quickly disappearing as Taru spoke. Dalgina's eyes flickered with sorrow again. She couldn't see Kiara often, even though she loved the white wolf dearly. It would be great if they could spend more time together. She really had to make more of an effort to come up and visit. Perhaps she could bring Ovi to meet Kiara. Her ears flattened guiltily at the scolding tone in Taru's voice. I didn't think it mattered. Taru wasn't her mother after all. Dalgina took care of herself. Kind of. She lived without family. That had to count as being mature enough to get a tattoo. Kiara's question brought a quizzical look from Dalgina. How could she not know what a tattoo was? It's a colored scar that you can get in whatever shape you want. Like the rose and the bird.


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