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Cwmfen walked across the land shifted and unarmed. Perhaps it would have been dangerous, for the shadow of the crow wolf was ever lurking within her mind. And yet, it had been sworn by two souls. It had been sworn that he would not find her, that he would not be permitted to do what it was that he sought. The word of both Haku and Onus would have been enough. But she could not shake that feeling of foreboding. He had already found her place of residence; how long would it be until he would actively come after her? The black fae knew that he would not be idle for much longer regardless of his reasons for choosing to be so. Her mind wandered over the scene in which she had first discovered her father’s presence; he had left choosing not to take her or attack her, and she did not know why. The fear that she felt now was different than it had been in the past, somehow dormant and sedated, but it was there nonetheless, remaining there as a warning.
The sun had already begun to die, taking the light with him as the voice of her Lilium rose upon the air. The warrior paused, her thoughts shattered and scattering upon the wind as the black auds lifted to listen. For a moment, she was stilled, listening to that song and contemplating that celebratory tone. And for a moment, the warrior set aside the darkness of her past and began to move towards the sound of that voice, knowing quite well where she would end. She traveled quickly across the expanse of the territory knowing that she would not make a prompt arrival, but the fae knew that she should be there. And she wanted to be there. For her discomfort around pups she had missed the arrival of all the pups of Dahlia de Mai. Somehow, the Adonis felt as if she were disrespecting her pack in that respect, but she could not help it. She had blessed their coming silently in her mind, asking her gods to raise them well. But she could not overcome the need to distance herself from those youths.
As she neared the gathering, the scent of meat and fire and her packmates was thick in the air. The woad bound tail waved casually behind her, expressing her light hearted mood for this Dahlian gathering. She moved in, grabbing a glass to toast the pack but not drinking from it. The warrior could not drink for the impairment of her senses, but she held the glass in ceremony and would do so without realizing that it may have seemed strange. Cwmfen stood near Cercelee and Haku, a soft smile gracing her lips in greeting before she turned those white orbs to gaze upon the coming members. The woad marked fae recognized Mew and Rath, but she recognized the other adults only from the previous pack meeting; regardless, she greeted each with a brief but amiable glance, unable to be the social creature that Rath seemed to be, before moving through the other moving creatures. There were many pups, more than she could remember, and the warrior could not help but place herself in a place that would create enough distance for her own comfort. They were cute from a far, she admitted.
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