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Rainfall dampened any notion she had about venturing out on that day, though the itch was still there. It left the confines of the territory entrenched with fog and though she had a perfectly good nose capable of finding her way to and from, Mojave didn't want to risk it. Trying to come up and down those slopes were tricky as it were, at least for the fledgling recruit that she still was.

So instead she took to meandering the thinly forested section of the territory, letting the wet and heavy boughs of evergreens rake across her frame as she slipped beneath them. It was quiet, but not in the unnerving sense. It soothed her, perhaps even so far as to lull her into a state where she was blissfully ignorant of what was going on around her.

But a sigh escaped her lips as she regained her focus for a moment, coming to pause along outcroppings of stone and worried earth. Where were the others? She had hardly tried to connect to the wolves that made up the pack beyond a couple, and well, her time had been spent so far doing a fair share of wandering outside of its hold.
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Despite the imposing landscape that the rockier part of the land provided, Uleön had always had a fixation for the lush and the green. It was the forest nested in the mountainside which got most of the old crone's attention, and the promise of finding new things in there that drew her close repeatedly.

That day she was caught by the rain in the most awkward of moments, having lost the track of time exploring the corners of the evergreen paradise. She found shelter under the ledge on a steep wall on the mountainside, and kept herself as dry as she could.

Hours passed by, and slumber crept over her. But the sound of a thunder brought her back just in time to catch a silhouette wander among damp trees. call alerted of her own presence, and offered to share the shelter she had found for herself.

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your profile is lovely! <3

A call drew her out of the disconnect she was feeling. Mojave's gaze searched rapidly through the undergrowth for a moment before she found the pale face of another, and a smile spread as she ventured out to join them. She didn't know this wolf from a hole in the ground, but she also wasn't about to turn down the opportunity either. Besides, the face she found herself met with had age written across it—how could she worry about that?

"Thank you," she breathed out softly. "I was beginning to think everyone was hiding away because of the rain." It was a silly thought, this she knew. The quietness shouldn't have bothered her so. Even the River in the Lore had its moments of silence... yet not. Its wood had been filled with the calls of ungulates and avian alike. Here, the only noise she found she heard from time to time was the wind and the geysers that seemed to go at intervals she hardly understood.
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omg thank you! <3


The crone moved her old body under the ledge to make some space for the other female, and welcomed her with a warm smile as she accepted the offer of shelter. There were times when rain was enjoyable, but it was mostly annoying and, when possible, it was usually best to avoid it.

Sweet was the voice of the honey-furred female as she thanked Uleön for the offer. "That's fine," the old woman said. "It's usually quiet on rainy days," she added to the female's comment, and noticed in her voice that something was bothering her.

"My dear, forgive me but... Is everything okay?" she dared to ask, seeking her eyes like a worried grandmother, her voice soft as silk, and as warm and sweet as hot chocolate. If there was something Uleön was good at was knowing when someone needed an ear to listen to their problems, and thankfully she had a couple to offer.

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i suck, sorry

She smiled at the niceties, but it would have seemed that whatever gloom permeated her usually sunny disposition shone through. The question took her off guard swiftly; Mojave's mouth flapped in search of words that did not readily come.

"I guess I'm just not used to the quiet," she found herself saying. It seemed such a silly thing, to be unnerved by a quiet that had followed her for the weeks she had travelled. But this did not feel like the same quiet, and that she could not explain. "Everyone seems to know their role and they do it. Like drones," and even then she questioned if her perception was accurate. Her gaze roamed their meager shelter, peering out to the great beyond of sparse wood and stone.
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