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The black fae walked quietly, easily. Her soul was at ease, encouraged by her regular meetings with Ezekiel. She enjoyed the boy’s company. His eagerness to learn and her own eagerness to learn with him was something she had never felt before. And they were good practices, their techniques practical for use in the world whether it would be for self defense or war. And soon, when they had comfortably covered the more basic of the skills, the female would push the boy to try knew things, and she knew that he would be great. She could only hope that Dahlia would not be pushed into War with Inferni. Once, the female had almost encouraged it, needing war to fulfill her passion for the martial world. But now she made an effort to lessen the tension, for she did not wish to face Ezekiel as an enemy. Of course, if it came down to that, Cwmfen would cut him down to bring victory to her side. She was a warrior, not a civilian.


She had lingered upon the these lands that night, watching the sky. She was comforted by the regained ability to shift, for the wounds head been healed long enough. But the spar had made them a bit tight, and they tugged at her now, more so than she liked to admit. For a moment, the woad bound warrior rested. But she was forced from the earth by a serious of calls, rising upon the distant air like an alarm.


She recognized that voice immediately, and she was already running toward it before she realized what she must do. But what she found there the female had not expected, and it stopped that graceful lope in its tracks. The crow wolf. He was crouched over the fallen body, but her eyes were riveted first upon that form. "Corvus," she breathed, and fear flickered in her heart, her eyes traveling over that powerful body with that familiar mixture of fear and admiration. But when the white eyes saw the body of her friend beneath the paws that sought to crush him, she snarled, a challenge held openly as she faced the shadow from her dreams. For a moment the fear was chased away as her tail raised above her and her ears pushed forward. But she did not yet leap, for she knew that in this form, as she had been with Hybrid, she was at a disadvantage. But at least if her father chose to go after her, Ezekiel would be spared.

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