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Being preoccupied since her fight with her brother, Mallaidh hadn’t noticed the waning of Saarthal’s scent. Mallaidh bumped into her enough but she’d stopped sleeping nearby without thinking about it. Her injuries have come and gone, the last remaining pieces on the way out the door, but that doesn’t make her feel any better. 

Saarthal promised to to follow her wherever she went, to be by her side no matter what. On some level, she suspected she’d end up leaving. At some point, they always do and the two wolves that remain her constant leaves her torn. She’s not sure the others will care, or perhaps even notice, but Saarthal means something to her. She may not have been here long enough to matter to Drageda, but it doesn’t change her purpose. 

Mallaidh sucks in a deep breath and tries to steady herself. She has to look for her, at least, like they did with Varinril—another sore spot in her tender heart—and the first thing she does is latch onto @Max’s scent. When she spots the girl she’s barely spoken to since arrival, her ears drop a little and she slinks forward slowly. Hey, she murmurs with a flick of her tail and bump to her cheek.