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[table width=80%][tr][td]With her lips nearly sealed did she follow the young man named Arlo, looking back every now and then to see if Anatha was there. It was no secret that it was very likely the two would never meet again and still did her childlike fantasy say that their destinies were intertwined. She had not been able to say goodbye or even thank the red wolf for her efforts, making her feel guilty for the first time in her life. She knew it was not like her to think about these things, but something about Anatha had sparked something within her and she'd rather not let it go. Still, Arlo seemed like a reasonable okay caretaker for now. He helped her along - he looked out for the both of them and, as Heda had said, was taking her somewhere safe. Perhaps Heda had just not thought much of her; that she was too little for her to take Azura under her wing. Koume did not consider that too many young souls were the problem, given that such problems did not exist within her world.

They stopped near a water source which was perfect timing. She had grown rather thirsty since the beginning of this whole ordeal and definitely wished to quench her thirst for a moment. At the mention of food did her tummy growl and her head went straight back to a memory of Potema and how she had suckled on her teats for free meals whenever she wanted. The real world didn't work that way. She nodded at Arlo, muzzle dipped to the water as she drank.

When he returned and asked a question she knew the answer of, she nodded again - running her tongue over her teeth. T-Thank you, Arlo. She nosed the hare but dug in fairly quickly given her immense hunger. She licked her muzzle after, feeling quite curious now that she had regained some strength. Where are we going?[/tr][/td][/table]