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wry grin split her muzzle once more. "You are right on two counts. The solitary life I take no pleasure in. Perhaps, once, I was somebody - but what good is a title when all else is fallen to dust? The packs that had my loyalties are gone, now."  the thought of returning to Blackfeather had crossed her mind, on occasion. but how could she, when they considered her an enemy, when they swore a feud with her? when the choice to leave one day had resulted in being attacked on sight?

"Blackfeather is quick to take offence, quick to start lasting grudges. They do not take back those who seek to return. And the other places, they are no more. Following is something I have grown tired of. There is no place for me here, unless I seek to make my own, perhaps. " she said, the last sentence almost thoughtful. so long had she stood with Burke and Malice, so long had she followed. For months she had toiled, worked, served. And she had risen, yet slowly, and never did come the promises that had been made for her toil.