Arrow Lake we are the ones who will never be broken

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Her goal for now was to prepare Epoch for the winter. A mundane routine day to day kept her thoughts at bay, and each morning when the sun rose, the silver she-wolf would find herself harvesting what she could, enduring the silence and quietly tending to simple pack matters when she could. @Tamar was given herbs in which Meadow hoped to boost the Morphe’s energy and mood, and every so often her path would cross the others of their humble pack.

When the bitter scent of copper and blood flooded her, she lifted her muzzle from the berries she made to fold into a large leaf. Her tail gave an idle flick, guard hairs bristling in caution until her honeyed eyes fell upon the extremely hard-to-miss mass of Reyson, the soldier of Mereo.

Her concern was swift, and she abandoned her task for the moment, flitting to him and closing the distance with discernment etched onto her dainty features. “What is this?” Her nose gave a nod to the injuries, unable to disguise the alarm in her voice.