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A call hit her ears, one urging her to her borders. Sighing, she decided that her aching legs would not stop her.

Waddling to the source, she spotted a familiar white coat. Odessia! She called, grinning to the woman in her approach. You have returned. What brought you back? Despite their somewhat awkward encounter, Waawaashkeshi was rather pleased to see her once more. As sour-sweet as Odessia was, it was almost a good change of pace.

Tail waving, she sat herself down in front of the other. Her legs were begging for mercy today.