Shadewood dusk speaks

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she cocks her head to the side, understanding how long the toil of healing can take. with her own scarred muzzle, she felt herself unable to chew at hocks of meat for weeks. i can bring you some. she says, an offer, but more really of a statement. her mind is made up.
and to hear the clan of the sun bore no hatred any longer for the muradoii she perks up. large ears rising above her head.
i can learn from sivaak, then? she asks tepidly, turning on her forepaw to face him now, wholy, his new scars embellishing pink amongst his raven furs. it was his blessing she sought, most of all, but the thought of change frightened her. with caribou hoofbeats filling her ears, she was not sure she could share that with the rove of the sea.