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Her own whimper woke her up from the nightmare. She could still feel her son’s hands around her throat, sharp claws digging into her exposed skin. Under the fur she still bore scars. What had really happened that night? Colibri shook her head and opened her eyes, glad to have managed waking up so quickly, instead of trashing around trapped inside her dreams like usual. She did not want to dwell with the emotions that always bloomed up by the terrible incident approximately one year ago. Strangely a mother’s heart always forgave, at least hers. It was her fault that he had turned out wrong, and she took the full responsibility for that, but it was shush shush, and no one had to know. She got up on her legs and flexed her muscles and gave a great yawn. A moment of confusion went through her system before she recognized the surroundings as the eastern part of Storm. It was still odd thinking herself as a member of the Storm crew. She would eventually get used to it, but she had spent such a long time as a CT wolf that it was odd being back in these lands, but not there in the sorrowful lands of the mist.
She had visited the outskirts of this pack land many times, but she did not claim to know them, because she simply did not. She started moving west towards the center of the land, hoping to run into a stream or river of some sort, as her mouth was unnatural dry. She knew the river that crossed through Storm from the Yahraw river territory, but if she was to get more familiar with the lands, having a goal for her trotting would be good, and she was to find another source of water. Her trot was slow and steady and she was soon in deep thoughts yet again, pondering about all that was wrong in the world, with her, everything. It was foolish staying in the past, but she always had issues letting go, which resulted in her always so depressive mood. It was easier being around beings, putting on the mask and forgetting who and what she really was, a failure. As she was alien to this pack, she did actually hope to run into a member or two.
It was sort of unlikely though, as she had both heard and noticed the lack of pack members. She did not know of the amount of members, but rumors said it was the smallest of the packs. If they wanted to greet her, then they were free, as she made her way slowly into the heart of Storm.
Dying to meet you
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She had been living in Jaded Shadows for over a week, now, but that wasn't making it any easier. She didn't know what she had been expecting when she went away...but it wasn't this. Dierdre had thought that she was doing Pilot a favor by leaving; she hadn't been able to keep her disloyalty a secret any longer, and she had already guessed his reaction. But something kept making her coming back. Maybe it was the lands, maybe it was Pilot, maybe it was her brothers and sisters that still lived here. Or perhaps a combination of all three things.
She had come into the territory earlier that day, taking advantage of the lack of security. Half the pack probably wouldn't even know that she had left, unless Pilot had told them about it. She wondered how he was doing...how he was taking it. She knew that he was a strong leader and that he woud do well...but she wanted to see it with her own eyes. Wanted to see him.
She sat down next to the river, leaning over with some difficulty to cup water in her hands. She had taken to her werewolf form for the length of her pregnancy; she had been told that it could be dangerous to the little ones inside if she was constantly shifting back and forth between the two forms. She brought her cupped hands to her lips, taking a drink. The water in Jaded Shadows tasted different than the water here. Worse, she thought.
The heavily pregnant female gave a slight "oomph" as she sat down, putting her swollen ankles in the water. A nice rest, and then she would be on her way. She hadn't been able to find Pilot today...but maybe she would run into him on the way out.
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The gentle sound of running water was soon reaching the subordinate's white, perking ears. She loved the sound of water, loved the sound of raindrops. She'd rather let it rain, than having the sun caress her back. There was something magical about the small water drops brought down by the sky. Good things came to those who would wait, and she knew she would be able to watch the sky rip open and bleed its heavenly tears down on the mortal world. Together with the finding of the river, scent from a canine was brought to her by the gentle breeze brushing across her snout. Earlier days she would have chosen a path guiding her away from whatever wolf was nearby, but times had changed, and she would change.
She quickened up her speed, but reduced it to a gentle walk when she saw the first flash of light fur. She had moved relatively quiet in her approach, but as the wolf came more and more into view, Colibri made more and more sound, obviously announcing her arrival. Both Storm and Jaded Shadows was upon the other female's pelt, and she realized it might be a trespasser she was running into. A runaway, or whatever. Time would show. Colibri would offer nothing but a friendly company. She was not the one to judge other beings. She was simply responsible of herself, and that was more than enough responsibility.
She did not utter a word, just simply stopped five feet or so away from the other, waiting for the first reaction. The first move would always tell a great deal. Colibri's pelt had yet to absurb the smell of Storm, so it was interesting to see if she too would be looked at as a trespasser. If that was the case, it would reveal the other lady's status.
Dying to meet you
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