Dawnlark Plains a little wrinkle in time, make you pull the iron out

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thyme the wolf. thyme the plant. chani decided she liked that, but not the fact that he'd been separated from his mother. no judgement; she simply could not fathom being far from chacal, even as she wandered. sapphique would always be there. it would always be home. she could always come back, no matter how far she went.
and, in the manner of children, chacal felt immortal to her, all-seeing, invincible.
"do you ever miss her, thyme?" chani asked, scuffing at the ground; she felt the name was just right for the gentle man keeping company with her now.