Two Rivers Isle for we don’t care about it

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Was it pride, was it guilt, or maybe it was shame? That he had taken them from the safety of the plateau, taken a well established member from an established pack to chase a dream? It was not that Takara really found a problem with their dream, their fantasy to be put back on the back burner to find safety once more. Yes, it did hurt. It stung to have such a thing ripped from you, it bit into her heart that those that said they would be there had just left them. Some without a word but she would be here. No matter the dream, no matter the failure, no matter the heartache. She would follow him, she had spent too long alone, too long looking for him to give up on such a simple thing.

After all she had gone through, standing up to his father and getting her ass kicked rather throughly for him kicking him out of the pack. After all the wandering and loneliness  she would follow her friends and if Minori loved him half as much as Takara, she would follow as much as she.

So she took it upon herself to be the jokester,  Took it upon herself to he the one to lighten the mood and make the two dark wolves smile when their hopes were down. She tried to give both gentle touches, nudges of encouragement. So when she was motioned to follow,  she pranced lightly beside her friend. Her tail give a soft wag as she hummed a soft song, hoping Minori might know it and hum along with her. 

When Issun stopped, she stopped. Her nose flaring at the scent markers, her pale blue eyes shifting to her leader and friend. Her head giving a dramatic head tilt to make him smile before pressing herself against him in reassurance. 

"Someone you know?" She replaced her humming for her native tongue, she might have recognized a few wolves from simply coming across their scent but she did not truly know any of them.