She's come undone

[Addison]

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Set around noon :3

She knew now that there was indeed something wrong with her. The female had been feeling off for a few weeks now, feeling upset much of the time (though she could never pin down an exact reason behind it) and feeling next to exhausted the other half of the time. Things that she had never worried about before now brought tears to her eyes, and memories from her past that she could usually ward off left her feeling scared and defenseless.

Addison had tried to block the memories from her mind because of the damage that they could do to her. The torture that Halo had put her through had left a deep scar; several, in fact. Both physically and mentally the girl seemed to be coming apart. She had the urge to seek out Ouija, as she knew now that some of these feelings were his fault, but wasn't sure what she should say to him. He had his own pack, his own life.

The cinnamon flecked wolf lay in one of the more peaceful parts of the territory, out toward the back of their field of sheep, her back against the surface of a hard black rock. Despite the chill of the day, this rock remained warm and it helped to raise her own temperature as she lay upon it, basking in the winter sun. She had many things that she needed to do today...just not the will to go and do them.

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[Noah]

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The silver male did not have any one job, well he did but he also knew that Jefferson and Geneva would want Noah walking the borders and reporting if things where not well, He had been with the lands long enough to know the rules and the ways that the two leaders wanted to lands to run. The male so far living in the lands, Noah had meet some very interesting beings, and then there had been some that he had wanted to meet like Addison. The Cinnamon kissed female had dropped her birth last name and had picked up the one of the leaders Soul. Noah did not understand how someone could just change so much about them and still be the same being. The silver male was not hold pride to being a Sawtooth, but he could not just drop his name sadly. It was just something that had added flavor to the female and made Noah want to meet her more.

The paws of the male moved over the snow covered pack lands, like he was able to walk these lands in his dreams, which thankfully getting to that point, after all what else can a lonely anti-social pack male do? The male picked up the scent of the female that was always in his mind, he did want to find out about her, she had the eyes of his mother, and shared a common name that his mother spoke of. The male saw her laying there upon the rock resting, the male coughed as he stood back. ”Addison?”

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