table and sig by Silver
Gods, her paws hurt. The trek through the city had left Anya's paws sore and raw, and she sincerely doubted Arorun's paws felt any better. She had thought about turning around, turning home, so may times, but her heart told her that Phoenix Valley was no longer her home. Perhaps it had never really been her home.
The birds sang of a place further south, past the delicate borders of Dahlia de Mai. They told her of a place she could call home, once and for all. Anya shook her head. She was rather sick of being a loner, and even with Arorun's company she yearned for the closer companionship of a mate. Perhaps she would find someone in this new land, a land the birds said was filled with dreamers and artists.
With a sigh, the wolfess turned her nose south, determined to find herself and her companion a place to belong. The sky was beginning to darken menacingly, and the birds warned of a storm coming that would have sent the humans into hiding. As it was, everyone else was being intelligent, unlike them, and was heading for the nearest hidey hole to sit out the storm.
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