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Cercelee raised her brow at the metaphor Sankor threw her way. Was he referring to the pack, or to mates? She let it go, simply assuming he had meant the pack. Though even still, she did not quite appreciate it. The Rosea knew that not everyone who came to Dahlia stayed, it was just not always home, but it always made her feel like she had failed that individual somehow. There were problems in every pack, but she did her best for everyone, tried to be fair. Sometimes it just wasn’t enough. Yet Sankor had not written them off, he had only stated a truth. Sometimes one had to search before finding their place.
“Well, I don’t know her too well, but I felt that family was important to Alexey, no? She did after all leave her to go looking after her mother.” At least that had been the excuse the female had given her Rosea upon her departure, and she had the story to back it up when she returned. If family wasn’t important, why bother with the trip? Cercelee scanned her memory to see if Alexey had spoken of her siblings, Cer was sure that at one point she had but the white lady couldn’t remember. “Sometimes being close is what makes you close. Why care about someone who is never around?” It was so easy for Cer to forget about those who didn’t stick around, she barely spared thoughts for those she did not see on a regular basis.
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