The Sunspire redeye reprisal

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Once her thirst was adequately quenched, her ears swiveled to the sound of an approach -- one offset by a limp. She turned to see him, the familiar sight of Jace, and took a quick second to study his gait as he finished his arrival. While glad to see him, as indicated by a soft swish of her tail, she was not pleased to see him limping still. His Swiftcurrent encounters had ended unfavorably for his body as well, with his much worse than her own.

She turned from the water and closed the distance between them to bump her muzzle against the underside of his, all while rumbling a low greeting in exchange. Her tail still waved slowly against her legs. How have you been? she quipped as she stepped back to look him up and down again, trying not to look too scrutinizing as she did -- although she was thinking of the Creek wolf that had wounded him: the burly, proud Scimitar she had never got to know any better than that.

Hers and Jace's paths had not crossed much lately due to a menagerie of things, and if memory served, she had last seen him at various pack gatherings where her attention had largely been elsewhere. One on on time between them had not been had in quite a time.