Dragoncrest Cliffs two hearts are left in bleeding halves

If Furi knew Étoille was not with them, she likely would have ignored the call. It is not her family, not in the way that it is Blixen’s, and it doesn’t affect her (it does, she doesn’t realize), but the call is made and her feet hit the ground with determination. She only slows when she finds the scent, heavy with the fleeting memory of Thuringwethil. With it are Blixen, and Artaax, and another she doesn’t really recognize either, but not one of them is her friend and her ears fall back against her head.
 
She weaves through the trees until she see sees he group but in her short glance, she doesn’t see him. Her heart sinks to the depths of her chest and she sighs, worry filling every corner of her body that something happened—didn’t they only go to visit the other pack?—and she steps closer, at least until she’s visible to everyone. With Blixen so close to the group, she doesn’t want to get any closer; the hurt is still there and she hasn’t figured out where to put it. Still, she wants to know what happened to Étoille and why he isn’t here to greet her.

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