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Private for Amata. Set in Shiloh Hills. I had to wiki how they were related. lol wc:
Now that the german descendant had finally come to accept his place in the pack of Dahlia de Mai fully, he was able to part ways and run off towards the Sable et Rivages territories. It wasn't that Palindrome didn't like his own self proclaimed lands of his own pack per say, or even the gentle comforts of what Cercelee and Slay had to offer, it was just that the youthful puppy was now all grown up (or that's what he would like to believe) and could walk away from what he now called home to return to it later. And despite his large ears and huge paws that his lanky body had yet to grow into, he believed that he was old enough to make his own calls. He was old enough to live apart from Catharsis, Catalyst, Avarice, and Roulette. He was even old enough to live away from Cercelee and Slay. He couldn't see why it seemed so unfathomable to other people, as he was left, outcasted by his mother anyways, left on the borders for someone else to pick up.
And so he left to venture out towards the never ending rolling landscape of Shiloh Hills. Practicing shifting, and with each progression it came with more ease, Palindrome favored his halfling form the best, as it seemed to get him farther along the ranges of terrains faster and efficiently. Not only that, but it seemed to even out the interesting top and bottom heavy set, as his ears and paws seemed to do most of the growing before his body did. His body was balanced, yet larger altogether. He set out diligently, padding effortlessly through the picturesque hillside before emerging to a rather particular scent trail. Furrowing his brow, he cocked his head and inhaled deeply. It was a definite pack scent, but of what? Palindrome had not heard of any packs outside of Dahlia de Mai and Phoenix Valley, the two packs in the close region - well except, of course, for Inferni, but who hasn't heard of Inferni?
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She wandered from her home, straying as she always did. Sometimes it was fun to play with oneself, but today, Amata was a little lonely. Of course, she had only realized such a thing when she was far from her sister and brother. But despite her loneliness, this new place was very exciting. She explored the Hills a bit, walking quietly. Her movements were still awkward, for she had not yet obtained the movements that an older body allowed. Sometimes, as she walked, she hummed to herself, and it was fun. But after a while, the pup’s attention grew bored, and she did not want to play here by herself. Pointing herself back in the general direction of Crimson Dreams. She began to walk. But then something fell on her head. "Oww!" she yelped, falling back on her rear as she shook her head. When she opened her eyes, she saw the perpetrator—a stick. She got up, her tail waving. "Hello, stiwck," she said. Then she snatched it up and began to run. It was more fun to run with a stick than without one, she decided. But as she ran, she stumbled, and the stick flew out of her mouth.
She turned around and began retracing her steps. And there, sure enough, the stick was lying on the ground. With a delighted yip, the young girl bounded over, her tail waving furiously as she smiled, the green and blue eyes glittering like a sapphire and an emerald. Suddenly, she paused, lowering herself to the ground with her rump in the air. She made the few meaningless calculation before she pounced, landing heavily upon her trophy. Growling happily at the stick, she said, "Dons gets losted!" before she snatched it up in her mouth. Content, she turned back to continue her way back home, but there was someone else there. She squeaked in surprise, jumping back a half step and dropping her stick. She was sad about the stick, but she didn’t move to pick it up yet. "You scawreded me!" There was a strange boy—and he looked bigger and somehow different than she did. Slowly, the friendly pup cocked her head. "Who is you?" She was a little wary, because yesterday a boy had been mean to her. A slight frown came to her maw as she thought of that. And this boy didn’t smell like her pack.
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