Northstar Vale bastará solo con verte

not at all :)

Being alone suited Genie just fine. She liked the silence that surrounded her - the absence of idiots and their idiotic chatter. She liked being alone with her thoughts. So, if Remi was a lover of simple stuff, then Genie was a lover of the complicated stuff. She dwelled and wallowed in her thoughts, thoughts about the universe, of her existence, of why love existed and many, many other things that a simple wolf would not even begin to think about. There was a burden to knowledge, however, and however much she tried to avoid going through the past, her memories refused to let her go, swimming through her consciousness. Harley.

It was getting a little bit too much for her to handle and she decided that today, she was going to wander through the pack lands and maybe, just maybe, bump into a packmate.

The thing is, Genie didn't really expect to bump into him.

She halted in her steps, amber eyes drawing in his figure. That scent was undeniably his, but how on earth? Had they really been that lucky 1 percent and had somehow ended up in a pack together? "Remi?" Genie's voice was hesitant but as she padded closer she realised that no, this wolf was not his doppelganger.

Even a doppelganger couldn't have eyes as pretty as his.