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Ears soothed by the welcoming of his voice onto the lands, Caliber kept a ginger dark smile plastered and strong on her muzzle. “Thank you.” For such tribe members to be so cordial and pleasant was something only told in tall tales, in stories, in morals that should exist but were never to be found. In the time and era of this world, tragedies were the most common of news. Family tragedies were the popular ones, some family member going out of their mind and causing havoc to those whom they deemed they would cherish and love and raise the right way. For awhile Caliber believed there was some sort of invisible virus going around, a sickness that gave them the mad disease and cause destruction to everyone in their path. Aniwaya was like a taste of an impossible heaven on earth in the making, Caliber soon declared, and even while she was recently new, felt that it was a deep duty within her to protect these lands and their ways with every fiber of her being.
The flinch of memories that Dawali took a second to reflect on did indeed pass as invisible to Caliber’s attention and instead quirked a fine raven ear forward at Dawali’s explanation of such a bond that occurred between him and the equine. He made sense with saying all horses still held true to their wild natures, but even so, the tamed and domesticated ones were still a stunning amazement to the Craven female. “Yes, seems like those with two legs are less of a threat than those running around with four and on the hunt.” Caliber made a statement, agreeing with what Dawali explained. Sliding her gaze over to Bella, Caliber wished to outreach slender digits in order to stroke her on the nose, but in such a form as her Lupus figure, that couldn’t be accomplished (and Bella probably wouldn’t appreciate a heavy stroke from a rough paw either). Instead, Caliber offered a small smile toward the horse, unknowing if it would truly recognize her friendly gesture to it or not. For a second she wondered if there would be any equines out there that would be tame to her. “That’s so interesting to know. This whole place doesn’t seem like its true. I mean, not to sound rude, but I’m still trying to get used to things here. There seems like so many new customs I need to learn and explore.” Her silver eyes roamed beyond Dawali and Bella over the lands around them, and then right back to Dawali.
Dawali seemed like he was an individual who was all knowing, wise, keeper of the secrets that this land held. There was a certain aura about him, Caliber couldn’t put her paw on it, maybe it had something to do with a certain enigmatic quality. That’s how Catherine and that leader felt to her, too. She had felt quite awkward at first with talking to tribe member about so many questions that were out of the ordinary, but there was something about Dawali that made him seem understanding, a presence that you could conform in. Speaking of how the horses could choose their own companions, the thought about spirits and the spirit guides instantly came to mind. “Can the spirit guides choose a person as well, like the horses?” It seemed as if her question was asked by a curious juvenile, intrigued by the world around her. “Catherine and a leader spoke about spirit guides, and spirits who help you along in these lands…” Trailing off, Caliber didn’t have anything more to ask for she was quite informed about this whole spirit thing, and figured Dawali would be some assistance to this.
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Ohh stop it, your writing is great. 
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Word Count: 631Ears soothed by the welcoming of his voice onto the lands, Caliber kept a ginger dark smile plastered and strong on her muzzle. “Thank you.” For such tribe members to be so cordial and pleasant was something only told in tall tales, in stories, in morals that should exist but were never to be found. In the time and era of this world, tragedies were the most common of news. Family tragedies were the popular ones, some family member going out of their mind and causing havoc to those whom they deemed they would cherish and love and raise the right way. For awhile Caliber believed there was some sort of invisible virus going around, a sickness that gave them the mad disease and cause destruction to everyone in their path. Aniwaya was like a taste of an impossible heaven on earth in the making, Caliber soon declared, and even while she was recently new, felt that it was a deep duty within her to protect these lands and their ways with every fiber of her being.
The flinch of memories that Dawali took a second to reflect on did indeed pass as invisible to Caliber’s attention and instead quirked a fine raven ear forward at Dawali’s explanation of such a bond that occurred between him and the equine. He made sense with saying all horses still held true to their wild natures, but even so, the tamed and domesticated ones were still a stunning amazement to the Craven female. “Yes, seems like those with two legs are less of a threat than those running around with four and on the hunt.” Caliber made a statement, agreeing with what Dawali explained. Sliding her gaze over to Bella, Caliber wished to outreach slender digits in order to stroke her on the nose, but in such a form as her Lupus figure, that couldn’t be accomplished (and Bella probably wouldn’t appreciate a heavy stroke from a rough paw either). Instead, Caliber offered a small smile toward the horse, unknowing if it would truly recognize her friendly gesture to it or not. For a second she wondered if there would be any equines out there that would be tame to her. “That’s so interesting to know. This whole place doesn’t seem like its true. I mean, not to sound rude, but I’m still trying to get used to things here. There seems like so many new customs I need to learn and explore.” Her silver eyes roamed beyond Dawali and Bella over the lands around them, and then right back to Dawali.
Dawali seemed like he was an individual who was all knowing, wise, keeper of the secrets that this land held. There was a certain aura about him, Caliber couldn’t put her paw on it, maybe it had something to do with a certain enigmatic quality. That’s how Catherine and that leader felt to her, too. She had felt quite awkward at first with talking to tribe member about so many questions that were out of the ordinary, but there was something about Dawali that made him seem understanding, a presence that you could conform in. Speaking of how the horses could choose their own companions, the thought about spirits and the spirit guides instantly came to mind. “Can the spirit guides choose a person as well, like the horses?” It seemed as if her question was asked by a curious juvenile, intrigued by the world around her. “Catherine and a leader spoke about spirit guides, and spirits who help you along in these lands…” Trailing off, Caliber didn’t have anything more to ask for she was quite informed about this whole spirit thing, and figured Dawali would be some assistance to this.