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A light wind, meek compared to the gusts and bitter drives that winter normally played with, brought a scent to the woman’s black moisture dabbled nose. Thin neck arched, crown rising skyward to test the air. It was familiar, thick with the calling of coyotes and the lands from which they hailed. But it was the unique catch beyond that of the clan that brought Anu to find that she was moving forward into the wind. It drew her paws over the fresh snow, leaving an easily seen trail behind her. It was soft beneath her paw pads, just as it fluttered lightly from the dull blue-sky cast with a lazy thin of clouds. The Dreamer followed the whim of the faint scent, the idea of finding the maker out weighing the effort and the interruption of her current task. Blue eyes searching through the trees for the molted figure of the doggish male that called for her in a voiceless hope.
The day had broken long ago, peaking in hours past. It had begun its fall, and the Lt. General had found herself at the pack’s borders, just beyond the mansion and the lake’s coast. The times were troubled, and endeavors at the pack’s outskirts had increased and the second in command made the effort just as the rest of their members. Her thoughts ventured though their normal sequence, the young earth toned female sitting before her mind’s for prolonged moments. She thought of her always, just as she did the pups that were now grown and then the friends she held dear. It was he scent that made her think of him now, but Anu found his face and his memories on the surface of her recollections and found them fond and increased her hope to find him.
She neared, for the scent was no longer a wisp on the breeze but heavy in every breath she took. The silver and brown female turned her head from the right to left and slowed to search the ground for the tangible track. Anu should see him now, paws drawing her along the border of her home, but in the dusk’s light she saw nothing but shadows of the giants that guarded Crimson Dreams. “Gabriel.” She called, voice too soft to carry far but in a tone that wondered where he was hiding.
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