Sun Mote Copse from dusk until dawn

I was in a foreign country for a few days, sorry for the delay (:
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Goodbye old, on with the new – adieu lone wolf days, hello starting out fresh. Or, as fresh meat. There was a feeling, deep within, that she had to be here. Digit was not doubtful – not shaky, nor hesitant – even if she had never been a believer of a greater cause. There was always common sense. Until their meeting, until now. Golden eyes steadily raised, albeit with respect. She repeated the words of the Res Drenuk, leathery lips parted and a sound, barely audible and intimate, was vocalized. ”Kismet.” Digit repeated, as she welcomed the definition of the word; destiny.

Digit wasn’t sure what it was, be it a coincidence or a higher cause; but that didn’t matter from this moment and onwards. From this single second a new door was opened and a chance was provided; if she would proof herself for the trial had only began. ”I’m that; one among many of you.” A peaceful, serene, feeling crept over the atmosphere and the small Mexican wolf breathed lightly, at ease. Hopeful, curious, and fulfilled she awaited the final words of the Res Drunak. And, to make sure it was a proper goodbye, she shook away the heathenite life. It was no more.