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The woman was well hid on the stone with her dusty colors. It was not until Dorea squinted a bit and figured out there was some life to that rock that it dawned on her there was a wolf. Not entirely aware of it, she practically copied the woman. Brows furrowed, frowning and looking up to the top of the rock. A few beats of silence passed until the Quark decided she had lurked enough.

What are you looking at? Typically such a question from Dorea was usually sharp and pointed. Today the words held only curiosity. The shifting of the earth had not been entirely ignored by the child but she didn't know much about them. Not enough to know that perhaps she ought to be more worried like the older woman.

Nor was the earth even on her mind, as the two of them looked up above.