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Private for Null, with apologies for the ridiculous wait! Set in Sunflower Sunsets.
WC: 574
The very last of the sunflower blooms were starting to die off, the flowering season was very much at its end, the yellow petals were browning and beginning to fall from the large brown seed heads and the long stems were beginning to bend and break; those that had not already been snapped by the high winds and lashing rain of the hurricane of course. Soon enough the lands would be void of the sunflowers once again until the spring came once more, soon enough these lands would be nothing more than crunchy ground underfoot as the stems fell fully and died off over Winter. The day was cool but not cold, well nothing for a wolf with a thick coat of fur to worry about at least, the breeze that blew through the lands was icy however and fairly fierce, buffeting at the already battered sunflowers. It was early afternoon, the sun was at its highest in the sky, although that was a pale comparison to its pinnacle in the summer months, at least it bathed the lands with a warm golden glow, somehow taking the chill from the air, at least a little. A few fluffy white clouds floated lazily across the sky, seeming almost bored with their day's activities, moving so very slowly. A single dark cloud lay to the West, suggesting that rain might be on its way before the day was out. For the most part the lands were silent, here and there the faint rustling of small animals moving about broke the tranquility, but mostly a strange quiet was upon the usually beautiful land.
Through all of this the sable female walked, she had been making an attempt to carefully map the lands that surrounded New Dawn in her mind; she had always had an excellent memory for locations and felt that her knowledge of this area needed refreshing, so she was wandering around, simply remembering all of the routes that would best take her to familiar territory. She was in her Optime form today, her long curled mane tumbling down her back, it had grown while she had been away and was now almost to her elbows, two brightly coloured feathers were attached to the left hand side and fluttered pleasingly in the breeze. Her strides were long but relaxed as she walked, here and there she paused, perhaps to look at a dying sunflower, to use long dexterous fingers to turn the face to hers in order to better look at it. The scarred lady was in no rush today, her canvas satchel was slung across her scarred chest and bumped gently against her right hip as she walked; her silver necklace and earrings glinted in the sunlight as she padded about. Her mind was still whirling with concerns and worries for her mate, Deuce, she had gone missing and Soran had no idea where she might be now, her son had not even seen her, that was another option killed then, where could the pale female be? Outwardly though the ebony pelted female appeared to be a pillar of calm and tranquility, the grey flecks along her scar line and the white streak beginning to form at the front of her mane hinting that her peace might come from her age. The tall female yawned, a dark hand reaching to cover her mouth as she did so, her jade eyes scanning the landscape around her.
