Duskfire Glacier Sittin' quiet and still

sorry if its crappy ;___;

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If it was some type of guidance what the young teen seeked by wanting to relate with other youngsters Maera was not the answer. As a middle child with no siblings to prove it, the young fire child was as awkward as one could get. Though she liked to think that this gave her an edge (under the logic that the more time she had spent with adults would make her more mature) she was completely wrong. A child in manners and gestures, the Sveijarn was far from mature -- her rash actions and secresy serving as clear evidence.

Without knowing she was being object of one of the Glacier wolves plans of the day, the teen went on with her daily routine. Which of now you would know consisted of scanning the perimeter, taking food to her newly returned mother, and picking any object along the road.
Today the pickings had not been particularly interesting, aside from a velveteen feather she recognized as an owls' the girl was left empty handed.

With the feather tightly clutched at her jaws she began to weave her way back to her favorite childhood place -- the Ultraconfidential Girl Club, which had recently moved its settlements to a den rather than the old log. With all the awkward changes going on in her mind and body the narrow space would have most probably turned into her death trap.

The place had remained off the other Glacier wolves radars for a while, only having the disappeared Arabella and Scarlett as witnesses.
And now, if her nose didn't pick up on her pursuer soon, another name would be added to the restricted list..
oops.
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