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@Anemone Another afternoon would find her by the spring’s edge. And for another afternoon, she would find herself glowering at her reflection in the waters. Mane unkempt and fur matted and clumped. She reeked of the earth and of musk- the wild and the Vale. A culmination that had once been pleasant to her nostrils was now a bothersome aroma that made her nose wrinkle with displeasure. She hadn’t been fond of looking at her reflection before, since there were none to impress, she did not care for her presentation. But she felt an ‘inkling’ now to take stock and thoroughly… deeply scrutinize her haggard form. Her lessons with the creek wolf had served to give her much to work toward, not to mention control her weight and mold her stature into a proper testament to her role. Fat still existed, but it was more centered around her hips and shoulders as she needed it to be. The ache of her muscles told of their toning. There was progress, a noticeable slimming at the flank, but still a ways to go. But that was not which held her attention. It was her fur. The matted locks of autumn in disarray. The clumps of shedding hair collecting all over with no sort of order. It was… a disaster. By rights, she could not fathom why her appearance would now bother her as much. It was not as though any of her packmates had negative comments about it. Nor Raheerah for that matter. In fact… that male had little to say regarding her appearance, unless it was to inquire if she was in decent health. He was quiet otherwise… just as they all were. Silent, observant, accepting of her poorly kept state. Though she could not help but feel that they were silently scoffing. Silently judging. Perhaps it was time for upkeep.