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[Mantra Dhvani]

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Mantra was glad the raven female received her candid statement without balking at her eagerness to share what others would have considered personal information. Instead, Phasma sympathized with her, stating that she knew exactly what it was like to feel empty, alone, and helpless; much like the emotions that'd been coursing frivolously through her bloodstream ever since they had indicted her. Now telling this innocent female that story would have been sharing a bit too much information, so for now the tawny female held back any retellings of her somber yet life-changing past; the only one who probably cared much about it was herself, anyways. A soft breeze that brought light snowflakes careening about her head passed over them briefly, and Mantra allowed it to refocus her attention briefly; she began to think about finding a place to practice her daily devotions, a place that would not only be secretive but her's only. There were a thousand hymns that needed to be sang, a thousand thoughts that needed to be urgently sent upwards, although Mantra felt like she couldn't find the right place for doing so; she felt uncomfortable asking Phasma where she might find such a recluse.

Jaded Shadows was a pretty name for a pack, much prettier than the one she'd hailed from and the one that'd been so quick to banish her. She mulled the name over in her head for a bit, wondering if it was named for a specific facet of the territory or just for the pretty words. At Phasma's question Mantra merely hinted at a smile, lifting her light gaze so that she could take in the full beauty of her surroundings before providing an answer; it would be foolish to respond negatively... after all, what soul could not take pleasure in being apart of such a wonderful winter wonderland? As she gazed upwards towards the white heavens, a wet snowflake fell nearly perfect atop her wet, black nose and rested there until it swiftly became a puddle of water, melted by the hot, humid breath that permeated through her stuffed up nostrils. In the distance, she could briefly hear the harmonious yet somber call of geese taking their flight South for the winter. As much as Mantra loved this time of year, it was terribly lonely without the usual company of the surrounding wildlife and foliage. "I honestly don't think I could have asked for a better place to live." It was the God honest truth; she had been so lucky to find such a place after her endless plights of unhappiness and empty wanderings... who would have ever though such good luck would be disposed on Mantra Dhvani?