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:B Wheeeee! Present-dated, as discussed.

Diane's sleep schedule had been effectually wrecked. She had been too jittery to sleep her first night in the midst of Porcupine Ridge, and too exhausted to sleep for a normal amount of time in the days thereafter. It explained her night-walking. The quiet padding through the wide territory in a vain attempt to familiarize herself with every cold tree and stone. She supposed after a while it would all seem less distant, but the recent pain she was withholding (avoiding) made her doubtful.

Her acclimation wasn't yet a success, but she was adjusting quick enough; determined, perhaps, to overcome this trial. She glanced up at the sky—cloudy with small swathes of visible space. She had spent so much time stargazing in her youth, that she felt as if she recognized dome of the things she could see.

Is this really the same sky?

She crossed a recent scent of Tagg, and a bit of circling confirmed that his direction led outside of the Ridge's territory. Diane hesitated once she had reached the intangible line of possession, but her curiosity and desire to express her explicit gratitude drove her forward.

He had descended onto the plateau. There were hidden scents here, whispers of a place once bustling with pack activity, and she marveled at this fact in eerie familiarity until she found the place where the shadows solidified into one virile frame. "Sir Tagg," she chuffed to alert him, coming to stand several feet to his left, with her short, thick tail waving against her hocks. Having confirmed his status now, Diane had reverted to the respectful titles of her homeland, where Kings and Queens of Cove took seat.  

"Do you always travel out at night like this?" she asked, recalling how he had found her in the wee hours of the morning.