i claim there ain't another saint

[Legacy Kali]

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So much had happened over the last few days that she hardly felt like she was the same Legacy that had rambled through the packlands before Phasma Kiles had left this world. Feeling pangs of guilt for leaving them all for a day, unplanned though it had been, she had hardly been out of sight of the cavernous den since. Sleep, however, had been elusive even in the comforting home environment. Curling up in the family chamber at the usual time, she simply lay awake for hours before arising once more without having even closed her eyes.

It was a feathery, blue-grey dawn with the wind wildly blustering through the branches, making her shiver as if it were threatening to rip up all her beloved trees. Surveying this scene from the den entrance, she hugged her arms round herself. She'd been keeping quiet about so much that was foremost in her mind, and was able to think about little else, let alone speak, and had indeed spoken little to anyone - how odd it felt to be so reticent around her family. Fortunately, with the recent shift in the pack dynamics it was unlikely anybody noticed, or attributed it to anything other than grief, which of course was there too. Indeed, the child was a brew of emotions. She didn't know how long she stood there, dazed and preoccupied, fur ruffled by the few tendrils of wind that reached inside.

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