Calida was on patrol again. It was a nice, clear day with little wind, and it wasn't too hot. As she wound down her usual path, Calida marked a tree, then let out a low call for any of her packmates who might want to accompany her. Though she waited several long minutes, to response came. Frowning slightly, the young guardian turned, to patrol alone today.
Calida is healthy.
Calida is mentally well.
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