There was one little bird in a little tree

[Emwe Soul]

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He danced along thoughtlessly. He was pretty good at that; he was pretty good at a lot of things. Lately, everything had changed, and he had not seen his father in a while. He didn't know if that was a good thing or not; Conor didn't seem to miss him. Emwe thought he should, but he was uncertain whether he found that emotion inside him. Just like he wasn't certain he missed his mother, either. He often thought about Alexey right after he thought about his mother, so maybe it was okay not to miss her. He had forgotten her scent a long time ago, and the female had not returned to allow him to remember her. Thoughts like these, and thoughts about Mew and Inferni and other troubling things sometimes made him want to stay inside all day, but not today; today he danced along thoughtlessly. Vesle didn't follow him around as much anymore, either. In a way, it was very nice. He wouldn't have seen this place if she'd followed him, because he didn't like taking her out of the pack's claimed land. He hadn't been here before, either. Silver eyes studied the thick blanket of trees that shut out the sunlight from these parts. It was damp and very different from Dahlia, and sometimes he almost got scared. It was a good thing that every now and then there was a clearing, and he stood in them and studied the sky. It was blue and every bright. It was strange how that light did not find its way all the way to the floor of the forest. Emwe wondered where it went. Did it get lost along the way? He didn't blame it; he wondered if he wasn't a little bit lost in these woods himself. He'd been walking pretty far, and the scents of Dahlia had long since dissipated. Sometimes, though, it was a little nice to be lost.

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[Noir Aston]

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=D Nederland/Belgia var VELDIG KJEKT!

Noir too was good at dancing. Whenever the girl moved from one place to the next, no matter how insignificant the distance, she danced. On two limbs or four, Noir danced from dawn to dusk. Right now she was not. Her movement was forced and lashed by a mental whip. Noir had taken a Babybabyduck out for a walk and now it was gone. The Babybabyducks were not like Babyduck. Babyduck had always followed her and none else, but the babybabyducks mostly followed Babyduck. Noir thought they could be trained, and for a while she was certain that Babybabyduck was following her, but the next thing she knew now was that she was all alone and that she had lost a grandbabybabyduckchild. It was horrible and tears were already fresh and apparent in her golden eyes. What would her dearest Babyduck say if she returned without its baby. What if some predator came and ate it! The thought caused black dots to dance before her eyes and a whimper sounded as tears finally started to roam down her pale face. She had jogged about for a good ten minutes before she noticed a canine’s form in a clearing. Light dribbled down on the young male’s body and she decided that he was an angel wolf. ”HELP, Babybabyduck has disappeared and I can’t find it!” the girl wailed as she ran right at him and nuzzled her body against his chest to find comfort. The Aniwayan was older, but sadly not wiser than the younger version.

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