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Things felt strange for the white wolf.
Recently, there had been more chatter of Donovan. Evidently the beast had banded together a small army worth of wolves to take a territory. Taikon hadn't yet heard the tale that @Dawn had recounted to Artyom, nor had he seen or heard from Aphrodite for several days. The pack territory felt uneasy and unwell, as though the stream was swelling to deal with the thick emotions running through the air. Something didn't feel right, and Taikon wasn't sure what to do with that.
Taikon was lying about under a few birch trees, enjoying the shade in the afternoon heat. He had woken not long ago, and was once again surprised that it wasn't Aphrodite waking him to send him off on some other plant-hunting adventure. Part of him was glad to have relief from her incessent badgering, but mostly he felt an emptiness without her presence. With the talk of the Saints, he was starting to feel worried.
He stood up, feeling antsy, needing to move around. He moved closer to the stream from the birch forest, hoping that the waters would help cool his fur and his growing anxiety. Perhaps @Juniper would also be about.