Bearclaw Valley Yesterday

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The stormcloud flirted with the river's bank, stepping into the shallow pools at the water's edge. The cool tides felt nice on her toes and cleaned the mud and filth from her pads. Moon-colored eyes scoped the trees, but found no willow here. Suddenly, a familiar voice approached. "Orson!" Galena's face lit up (she reserved such expressions only for the women in her pack) and she closed the distance between them. Though normally reticent and aloof, the wisp was delighted to see a familiar face. Gushing, even. "You as well. How have you been settling in, my sister? I have been patrolling by myself for some time... it has been lonely, but the work is honest. Oh, it is so nice to see you." 

Galena found herself recognizing the loneliness within her chest, missing the company of her people she had left. 

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