Great Bear Wilderness umntu ngumtu ngabantu

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the first thing praimfaya notices within the rain that begins its downpour in the wake of the thickening clouds upon the once sunny horizon, is the male's pelage. it is a shade of muddied red that calls forth to her mind henwen. though upon closer inspection as the pale worlida ghosts a few steps closer, she determines that henwen's shade of red is indisputably prettier. it almost makes her jealous ...and curious about where her pale and silver pelage comes from. with blodreina and ingram both gone she knows that now she'll never know. the black smudges beneath her eyes, she thinks, must be a tribute from her father's genes — though this is more of what she tells herself as opposed to fact.

the stranger appears to be slumbering and using the sound of rainfall as a barrier she intends to keep moving ...figuring it is about time she return to roangeda... when suddenly he springs up and hollars. praimfaya starts, head snapping in his direction, hackles bristling as she watches him shake his head. has he seen her? but alas, the worlida is not known for being shy ( to the dismay of those sworn to protect her, she is sure ).

are... you ok? though her natural instinct is to begin speaking in trigedasleng she has enough experience with the wilds she was born to, to know that many do not know the language of her people.

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