Bleh; I’ll try to make it better next time, OnO
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Cwmfen had left Svara behind with minimal effort. The girl definitely did not make partings difficult to bear, especially with that volatile personality and ignorance that could easily tire anyone’s patience. The black fae was a relatively patient personality, but she hardly had the tolerance for disrespect. It was a shame, really, that things had to turn out in such a way, but that was the way of life. And the girl had no one to blame but herself, and she would soon learn that this was so. Or perhaps she would never learn. It would not surprise the woman if the girl had no further psychological development—surely Firefly exhibited much of the same behavior. And perhaps such behavior was derived from a troubled past, for both exiled she-wolves had had difficulties. But Cwmfen had also experienced such things, and she did not believe that she had turned out in such a way. With a quiet sigh, the warrior expelled these thoughts from her being, allowing the wind to take them away. The only thing she must be wary of was of a threat against Cercelee, for a superficial warning had been made.
The woad warrior found herself pointed toward the territories of Phoenix Valley. The woman suddenly realized that she had paid a visit to all lands save for this one. She knew that DaVinci now lived here and even helped lead. A soft smile graced the woman’s maw. She remembered when the silver hybrid had been alone so many moons ago. And yet, she knew that the male must not have found complete solace, for she remembered too the circumstances of their last meeting. He had been distressed over another; although he had chosen not to share the details with her, she felt that the male would not let go over his pains. And she wondered now of his current wellbeing. Perhaps it was time to see what was held within the lands of Phoenix Valley. It would be ideal to warn the pack of Brennt’s potential threat as well.
Her fluid movements carried her easily to the boarders. She paused, the white orbs looking down to consider the intangible barrier that withheld her from proceeding further. The scent she now smelt must have belonged to the leader of this pack—she found that she could not recall his name. For a moment longer the black fae remained motionless, considering the possibility of asking DaVinci if she saw him. Then she turned, walking quietly alongside the boarders as if unwilling to call the hybrid. While the woman had gained a high rank within her pack, and while she was a warrior that did delight in her engagements, she was still a quiet, timid wolf and curious by nature. And so while she desired to know more about these strange lands (and the smells that were carried upon the wind were quite different), she did not wish to disturb another’s peace. Quite content with her solitude, the woad marked woman would have been content to simply walk along that boarder.