Redtail Rise good things die all the time
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I think we're fast-forwarding this a bit to present time, after Pura went to RHC and creeped on them. Not that anything will be discovered, but just makes more sense timeline-wise. Karm, correct me if I'm wrong!

A couple of days after Junior's departure from the Rise, Saena was hit with a deep, impending feeling of dread. Psychology couldn't even explain this strange, knowing feeling that one got when a loved one was affected in a severe way, and Saena was no psychologist, but from that moment on, worry sat heavy in her belly for her sibling, wherever she was. Her time patrolling the ridge's borders was doubled. She found herself staring out to the east, awaiting any sign of Junior's lanky figure on the horizon so that she could relax, but on day five, it still hadn't come.

The Alpha female stood rigidly on an outcropping, staring hard out at the fields to the east. The sun glinted off the face of the distant glacier, and she could see the tumbled rocks that made up the moraine clearly, but there was no black wolf walking toward her home. Saena sucked her lower lip into her mouth and gnawed on it, a nervous behaviour she'd picked up months ago and hadn't been able to kick. She stood there a while longer, then began to descend the slope on the rest of her patrol. When she spotted a white-grey pelt through the trees and a large figure, she was so surprised and shocked that she bit down on the lip she'd been unconsciously chewing so hard that she drew blood and cursed.

Standing there at her borders was Pura, her brother, whom she hadn't said goodbye to before leaving (because she hadn't found him in time). Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, both due to anxiety over Junior's continued absence and the likelihood that her brother was upset with her for leaving him behind (just like Peregrine had done to them, she realized).

"Pura," she breathed, drawing up in front of him with a vaguely dominant stance. She didn't approach him out of fear and also a little mistrust—there was something different about him that wasn't just muscle mass, but she had no idea what it was. "I'm so sorry, I meant to find you, I just..." here she trailed off. She just, what? Forgot about him? Hadn't taken the time to find him? All of it sounded awful.
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good things die all the time - by Pura - May 16, 2015, 05:33 AM
RE: good things die all the time - by Saēna - May 17, 2015, 10:08 PM
RE: good things die all the time - by Pura - May 18, 2015, 08:57 AM
RE: good things die all the time - by Saēna - May 24, 2015, 12:01 PM
RE: good things die all the time - by Pura - June 14, 2015, 07:14 AM
RE: good things die all the time - by Saēna - June 16, 2015, 11:07 AM