Heron Lake Plateau If you get lost you can always be found

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When she arrived, and at first glance, Niamh was certain that she recognized the reddish female. The moment she saw the stranger standing there with Phox, she thought it was Ceara, who had finally returned to them and her heartbeat quickened. She didn’t know quite how to feel- she was jealous, irritated and relieved all at the same time...But this wasn’t Ceara. This was another fiery red wolf with ash and beige markings; no dark dorsal stripe to mark her as a Blackthorn, either...Though surely to god there had to be at least one Blackthorn out there that didn’t have a dorsal stripe. As she neared, she saw that the female’s eyes were green, not silver- yet another mark to convince her that this wasn’t Ceara returning to them after months of being away.

Phox was there, but clearly he’d been the first to respond to the call, and hadn’t come with this female. She looked a bit sheepish, but didn’t cling to Phox the way that Camilla had. She nodded to Phox, a mild smile drawing on her lips before she turned to the loner, her expression firming up slightly. ”Well? What’s important?” She asked. After all, she’d had to leave her other duties to come and see what she’d wanted, so something had to have been important.

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