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Weary paws padded along, Sirona's muscles screaming to stop. But she couldn't. She had to persevere, had to stay sane. If she stopped, the thoughts would come, the barrage of guilt and nostalgia and pain. She couldn't let that happen.
Amber optics scanned the expanse of greenery around her. It was a warm summer, and Sirona's thick coat was not well-suited to it. She yearned to visit the mountains in the distance, but all she could muster was a muffled groan as she collapsed, exhausted from her swim and her trek. Perhaps it would be nice to just watch the setting sun paint the firmament with fiery hues, with rosy pinks and a golden glow.
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Birk had left caldera for few days to explore and do some hunting in solitude. The pack had plenty of capable members not to miss someone, who was absent, and - frankly speaking - they had been doing very well with his presence and lack of involvement too. 

He had engaged in a "wolf vs hare" game earlier, losing pitifully to the hasty little animal. It was too warm for him to engage in too much excercise and therefore he let it pass without much regrets. After all - there would be plenty opportunities in the evening and early morning. 

While he was making his way towards a hiding spot he had used a day earlier, he almost tripped over someone fluffy, white, warm and definitely alive. Good thing that his nose and ears alerted him early and therefore he stopped few feet away from the lying wolf.

"Are you still alive?" he asked curiously.
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From the corners of Sirona's eyes, she saw an alabaster male approach. He did not seem to be much of a threat so Sirona thought nothing of him, simply watching the setting sun paint his ivory pelt a brilliant plethora of golden and warm hues. As he asked his silly question, a hint of a smile washed onto the silvery fae's countenance as she sat up. She might be physically exhausted, but her mind never rested, racing a million pawsteps per hour. She was always up to meeting new wolves, and it was nice to see some canine faces in this place.
"I'm not so sure myself, after such a long day," she replied, a gentle smile decorating her maw. "So what brings a wolf such as yourself here?"
It would likely do Sirona some good to make conversation. If she was going to stay in this strange place, it would have to be better than the last place she stayed at; her downfall there was her lack of a social network, so she'd try her best to befriend some amicable wolves here. If nothing else, it was something to do and something to keep her sane.
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"Too bad," Birk replied with an amused laugh, "and here I was thinking that I have stumbled upon an easy dinner course." Trademark, a bit tasteless cannibal jokes that scared most people off, or made them doubt Birk's sanity. 

"I am out exploring and hunting and mostly getting a healthy dose of solitude," speaking of latter - at this point he thought that he could never have enough of it. Living in the pack had been tiring at some level. 

"What about you - you don't seem to be from around here?"
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A slight giggle escaped Sirona's lips as the stranger made his silly joke. It felt wonderful to be socialising again, to not be so isolated from the world. When he continued, the good-humoured fae looked at him with a more serious gaze.
"You're right. I come from an island far off here, I believe. It's a long story; you wouldn't want to hear it." Igneous eyes glazed over momentarily as she recalled her past. But that was not relevant now. This was a new start, a better start; this was her chance to be happy and to find a new family who wouldn't leave.
But you're the one who left Valyn, a tiny, niggling voice told her. But Sirona ignored it, because the past was the past; one could not change it.
Shaking her head slightly, the nostalgic she-wolf returned to the present. "So I don't suppose I could have your name?" she enquired, tilting her head minutely.
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"Why would you think so?" Birk asked, in response to the lady's statement that he might not be interested in her story. Unless there were reasons, why another person would not want to share details about their past, he was always there to listen and find out more about the person. 

"I have time," he explained and then added. "I am Birk. What is your name?"
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An invisible brow raised at the male's question. Was he really willing to listen to some stranger's pathetic backstory? She felt drained and she felt that reminiscing on her past was not entirely appropriate.
Coming back to the present, Sirona looked at the wolf when he said his name. Birk. She nodded, supposing that she ought to give her own name since he had supplied his.
"I am Sirona," she responded, debating how she ought to tell her story. She decided to not waste Birk's time—even if he wanted to hear a long-winded story, Sirona was not one to weave grandiose tales about herself, even if they were based in truth. She was not pompous enough to tell an epic story on purely her own life, so she instead decided to summarise it.
Sighing, the wistful femme replied, "Well, long story short, I was born into a pack. Stuff happened, but the basics are that all of my siblings went missing and my mother went mad. I never knew my father. I fled and I felt bad for the fact that I had abandoned my pack, so I left my birthplace and went to some strange place with strange creatures. Then the creatures put me on a massive leaf in the ocean and the leaf broke apart so I washed up here."
Saying her story seemed to make it real for her. She had lost everything and she was going nowhere, and it was all true. The words were all before her and there was no escaping it now.
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"Lovely name," Birk noted and went on to listen the story that Sirona had got to tell. In a few lines she managed to include quite a big chunk of her life. Some things he did understand, some were a little harder to grasp - strange place, strange creatures, leaves? Perhaps the girl was of imaginative kind and therefore her choice of words was a little odd. 

Anyway... "You seem to have have had quite a few adventures so far," he finally said. "And what are you planning to do now?"
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The question made Sirona stop to consider for a while. What was she going to do now? Her focus for the past two years was now null. The world was expansive and open and free, yet she did not feel as if she had any sort of freedom; she was trapped by her past.
"I guess I'll just see where life takes me. I don't quite know what to do now, but I'll figure something out." She sighed slowly and softly, watching stars beginning to light the darkening sky. Things were more slow-paced now, yet there was something underlyingly hopeful about her predicament. She did not feel drained or depressed, despite not having any reason to go on anymore. Sure, she most certainly was not happy, but whatever she had... whatever this was, it was enough.
She shook her head. "Sorry. I don't mean to make this all depressing. I suppose you'd want to talk about something less boring?"
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