Sunbeam Lair A whisper in the breeze

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Oftentimes, it was beneath the cover of the lair that the dragoness could be found, weaving through the forest aimlessly. Something had drawn her out and into the open that day, encouraging her to patrol and then wander around in the outside world. She did so with a smile on her face, tipping her muzzle back against the incoming breeze every once in a while. It was quiet, peaceful and ideal, and so she carried on with her short journey. Where she might go, the vessel knew not—and then suddenly her nose had been flooded by scents. The most prominent was that of Shikoba, a fellow tribe mate and a notable woman, whilst there was but a hint of fox. Once upon a time, she had defended a couple of vulpines, having attempted to warn them away from a wolf on the prowl. Ultimately, her efforts had been made in vain, for the foxes had been killed and she’d never seen the man again. That memory was but a distant one, though, buried beneath the present as her course was altered so that she could see what was going on.

Eventually, the undeniable outline of a wolf had been spotted. After picking up her pace, the distance between the two woman was gradually closed until Asterr was well within speaking distance. Without missing a beat, she asked, “What is it that you plan to do with the foxes?” The question was used, too, as a way to announce her presence. She wondered if the lesser canines might be killed for having wandered too close to the land of wolves or if their lives would be spared and only their homes uprooted.

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