Sequoia Coast sipping from a straw

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Exhaling a breath that she didn't realise she was holding in, Falwasi turned away, stretching her legs that were stiff from standing in the cold, even from their brief 'conversation'. She was pleased the male had understood the word, the most part probably demonstrated by her body language, but all the same it was successful.

As she trotted away, the wolfess heard the frantic bleating of a deer, the animal she was so likened to, that her name carried some significance from it. The animals were balletic and gentle, and the one the charcoaled male attacked was dead now, its call cut short, the grace it once carried now gone.