Dawnlark Plains baby, there’s a fog over the pier

Dawn’s apology was met with a quizzical expression; the Groenendael’s head tilted to the left, then the right, a physical manifestation of her confusion. “No sorry,” she breathed, nuzzling at the girl’s cheek with unabashed fondness. “Dawn — and Adi — happy life, ever. Best gift.” It would be the greatest gift of all for her cousin and her friend — (could she still call him that?) — to continue to grow together and love one another wholly. “I go,” she whispered to the young huntress. “Home, Undersea. I go.” Her Neptune eyes were misty as she looked the taller wolf over, remembering when she had to bend down to make her acquaintance. “Dawn, visit, please?”

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With promises exchanged to visit one another’s respective homes, Seelie and Dawn parted ways — utterly unaware of how the near future would irrevocably change both of their lives.