Panther Park Long and hard

I still don't know anything about GoT lmao

From the clutches of the forest she had emerged, basking momentarily in the dawn's light as it set the sky aflame. It was a time within the day that she could enjoy, the sights complimented by the silence—peaceful, she could describe it as being, lacking in many disturbances. Originally, she had believed herself capable of making her way across the earth during such a time without many stops being necessary. Many would be asleep, she hoped, and those that did not slumber surely wouldn't have wandered far enough from their homes just yet to discover her presence there. Wrong had she been, however, and aware of said realization had she been made when a familiar voice had called out her name. She had not smelled him prior, the wind having been slow and against her, but as she'd drawn nearer, it was made obvious who it was; Damien, the male she'd met with Leo once upon a time. Her doppelgänger, if you will, that had shared with her his reason for exploring.

Back when they had met, their departure had been finalized with a promise to meet again. Asterr had sought him out once, but had instead encountered one of his pack mates. Though she had planned to try searching for him another time, the famine had then hit and she'd been unable to leave her family behind, staying with them during such trying times to ensure that no lives were lost. Finally, it seemed as if fate had drawn them back together—or perhaps it was by a curse that they'd found one another, for the girl knew not how to approach either him or the situation as a whole. He was someone that she'd felt comfortable labeling as a friend, but the same had been the case for Jolon. Knowing not how safe it would be to approach him, she'd kept her distance, but did not flee the scene entirely. He was a familiar face far from home and, seeing as she'd sought him out once before, she'd decided to linger for a little while longer.

It was with a slight nod that she'd confirmed her identity, wondering if she should invite him to move closer, or insist that he keep his distance. "Damien," she'd returned after a moment's consideration, voice even and gentle as per usual. Thereafter, she'd swallowed, feeling a lump within her throat, surely having formed as a result of her persistent worries. "I am glad to see you." Was she, though? She could not tell for sure. Of course, she had wished to see him again, but certainly not under such circumstances. Still, she'd reminded herself, it was nice to see his face once more.