The Sunspire There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the passion of life.
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her coming was (somewhat) swift, hampered by the limb which was not healing fast enough for her liking. shouldering easily through a clump of close-growing saplings she was not in the mood to find her way around, she chuffed a greeting as she came within view, ears pricked tall atop her crown. 

she dipped her head, small greeting leaving her lips as she surveyed the male. tail flicked in the slightest as if beckoning him to speak, gaze sweeping over him swiftly.
That is not dead which can eternal lie. 
And with strange aeons even death may die.