vanity and pride are different things
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Oceane had been highly annoyed when her brother had been able to shift before her but it didn't bother her now because she'd found her her spirit guide before he had and no one had a guide quite like she did. The small chocolate and cream girl walked with a pounce in her step as she traced along the paths in the lands. She could see the dappled body of Ethador following behind her, a branch held proudly in his jaws as she tried to slink through the lands carrying the small basket of sand and the embers nestled deep within the comforts of the beach.

The young wolf had almost missed seeing her aunt she was so busy trying to get the flamelings to their next little home. She paused though when Ethador gave a chirp and turned towards the other wolf and after a moment moved to advance towards her. Oceane tried to protest as she was stuck carrying the embers that they weren't suppose to have but in the end she just sighed and followed her friend, knowing that Aurele had probably seen her already anyways.

Setting down the basket carefully and flexing her jaw to loosen the stiff feeling from carrying the container so long she turned towards her aunt, her head tilted to the side in confusion as she asked. "Aurele, what are you doing?" just now noticing that the woman was hacking at her long mane and leaving the pieces all over the floor in piles about them.


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