Célnes mainly kept to herself the past few days. Her family held a grudge against her so, and only her brother, the guard, and the pup seemed to be on her side. She spent days forumlating possible plans to win them over, but the racist roots they had wouldn't remove themselves anytime soon. At least she didn't bring a white wolf, as even she, held something against them so.

Though now the Deorwine needed to expand outwards. There was no sign of the High Elk within the forest they laid in, and because of that, there was no claim. She could smell at times some would mark, just to be wary for the loners. Though she didn't help, because they would not stay for too long.

So she wandered.

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But a shame wandering was not to be for a lone woman. Upon her back did a figure jump toward, they were small, coyote-like, but the fangs and claws, the scent itself all smelled that of a wolf. She struggled like a bull, waving her back around to throw off the foe.

When she did, before the woman saw, he scratched at her- and fled.

She too, fled.