tiny cities made of ashes

[Corona Lykoi]

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Back in the depths of Inferni, Corona found it hard to relax even though she knew there were miles upon miles between her and Dahlia de Mai. What had been troublesome was the fact that she had been quite a long ways away from it when that wolf had sprung out. It still told her that there were still wolves from that pack who went out of their way to track down those from Inferni. She mentioned Firefly, who Corona had no idea about (but on the other hand, she didn't realise that she had a conversation with the girl only weeks ago), and then some sister. The sister she could figure out easily enough—the wolf who had run from Hybrid and Samael and herself—and that became the only sole thing in her mind that explained things. She had mixed feelings about the whole thing, but if those two wolves were siblings, then it meant a couple of things in her mind.



Dahlia had spies lurking around, possibly, and that wolf had survived by some sort of divine intervention. Underneath the shade of the tall trees, she worked quietly and changing the bandage she had wrapped around her right arm. The wound was healing up nicely like she expected it to do and the cut that had been on her face had healed by then. But she had avoided sitting square in the middle of her home in any other state. It had taken her a while to put her thoughts together, to recall things and piece together what had happened on the off-chance that someone actually asked. It was hard to say exactly who's fault it had really been, because in the end, one side or the other was paranoid. Spies existed, assassins existed, otherworldly things happened for unexplained reasons. Leaning back instead the tree fully, Corona sighed, running over it all once again.

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