Sunset Valley You must push the world harder than it pushes back.

An unfamiliar voice called out from behind, and Durnehviir halted to blink curiously over a narrow shoulder. She quietly observed the other canine's approach, letting her muscles slacked at the sight of his swishing tail. By the time he caught up with her, however, his expression had changed and his mood appeared flattened, disappointment etched on his fine features.

She softened, acknowledging his apology with a smile. "No need to apologise," the crimson beauty said, her tail sweeping at her hocks, "you're not intruding." She should have been trying to find her mother and brothers, should have been asking for them at the nearby packs, but her thoughts were elsewhere. At that moment she felt rather guilty for letting her longing for Constantine take over her mission to piece together her past.