HomeComing (Queen)
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Late, as usual, Hanna came upon the gathering of wolves, of which most were in their four-legged form. Sighing and dropping her packs neatly to one side, she shifted as quickly as she could, wincing as her bones popped to reform not so much at a pain, but at the sound, which sickened her to her core. Dropping onto four legs, she finished the transformation, then approached her leader. "Cer..."

Her eyes dropped, flitted up, dropped again. She'd not been around much in the past several weeks; she'd avoided the packlands in favor of exploration. She'd met new people, done new things.. been pinched by a crab. Then again, she'd not been the only one. She'd kept easily within earshot most of the time, only ranging out after the war had ended and the injured taken care of. She was back for a little while, but ultimately was considering leaving Dahlia de Mai. She was feeling more and more trapped around everyone and in pack life, but she didn't want to be on her own again, either. The ebony femme wasn't quite sure what she was going to do, but it was going to be soon.


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