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Sorry for the late reply! And I don’t mind if we backdated superly, ^=^. It all works out for me
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Cwmfen wandered silently within her packlands. She had spent her day patrolling the boarders with ears open to calls of alarm or need of aid. But there had been nothing that day. And while the black female recognized that sign to be of an excellent nature, her trained body itched to engage in some marital activity, whether it be a spar or not. And while the female enjoyed the quiet safety of the packlife, her passion resided in warfare. She had been relieved and grateful when Cercelee and Haku had accepted her request to become a warrior of Dahlia de Mai, and she had been given the rank of Head Warrior. And so, while the female knew that the pack was large and had the services of scouts, she felt an obligation to wander along the invisible barriers and help to protect the pack. But, with little activity, and with little activity to be expected in the night, the woad warrior turned her paws in the direction of her den where she would retire until sunrise.
The woad banded ears pricked forward. There was a call that rang clearly in the night air, and she paused to listen. The voice calling was most definitely that of the Rosea Cercelee, and the warrior listened to her song with a light smile upon her face. It was a pleasant sound. But it called to three particular wolves, the highest ranking of Dahlia de Mai beneath the Rosea and Lilium. And so the black fae was about to continue to her den when she remembered who she was—or at least how she had been ranked. Turning rather abruptly, she forced herself upon her hind legs as a rearing horse as she turned about in a quick run to promptly meet the request that had been made of her. And Cwmfen would not disappoint her leader, for she was bred too obediently for such insolence. And so she traveled swiftly, her ears following the dying echoes of the white leader’s voice as her eyes were aware of her surroundings.
She found herself approaching the Town Square. The female remembered as she slowed her pace that she had first encountered the Rosea in this place, and here she had learned that the square was used for formal gatherings. The pack meeting back in October had also been held in this location. And so when she found herself in that place, the black female grew a bit anxious, if only because she wondered at the cause of this meeting. Being socially challenged, the warrior often dreaded situations that called for such gatherings. But she had grown less so after the many months of interacting with friendly wolves once more. While her anxiety was almost indiscernible, she still felt its fingers tickling the insides of her stomach. Shaking the feeling away from her and pushing it into the night air, the female continued slowly, following the now fresh scent of the Rosea.
When the white orbs found the light form, a bright smile flickered across her lips. "Cercelee, I hope that I have not kept you waiting." The alto melody was quiet and light as it danced in the night. With the great respect that she held for the leader of Dahlia de Mai, the Tilia made humble her posture as she approached. The she-wolf’s nails clicked softly upon the stone as she moved.
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