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Her spirit fluttered somewhere between unconsciousness and wakefulness, finally settling into peace. It was the type of peace she only felt when she surrendered herself entirely to her circumstances; to know that her destiny was no longer in her own hands. She followed the signs that mother nature gave her. When the storm deposited her far south, she continued on that way. When she craved the lovely high from the poppy, she indulged.  When the air was stifling and sticky, she sought shelter. The kitten had since decided to let her course in life be decided who whoever, whatever was out there guiding her existence — she sure as hell couldn’t do anything to change her circumstances, so why bother with the effort?

 And here, the sun bade her to sleep… so, she slept.

But her repose was not to last for long! Her eyes fluttered opened at the sound of a soft bark, and her cognition roused mere seconds after. “Hmmm…?” She yawned, rolling her tongue against the roof of her mouth to rouse her consciousness and awaken the tongue. Almost immediately, her thoughts rebelled. I want to keep sleeping! but this was perhaps the first wolf the girl had come across since West; though Kitsch liked to appear entirely blasé about it, she was a social creature and was a mere shell of a being when she was alone. The wispy girl pushed herself up on an elbow as the gray boy came into focus. 

“Wh… What?” she questioned in a voice that was nearly a mumble, realizing that she had missed his question entirely in her quest to find wakefulness.