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The aspiring warrior studied Dovev with a slight rise of her brow. His appearance as a whole was a constant reminder of his heritage — the tundra. Glacial, sparse and exquisitely pure, his home was as distant from the Wilds as winter is to summer.

"It was different," she finally announced matter-of-factly, "I didn't hate it." Falwasi wondered whether the arctic creature felt any longing for another memory from his home; even just a glimpse of the sky. The chamoisee wolf felt this way, however she was unbeknownst to the feeling of displacement, and this made her wonder if the change of taste was Dovev's real reason to part ways with.. the Tuq, she recalled.

She then looked away, squinting slightly. "Do you ever.. miss the Tuq?," she asked hesitantly. What she was really searching for, however, was, is it wrong to miss it? Falwasi did miss her past home, but not as a whole. What she really missed was her brother, so much so that it twisted her gut with an aching pain. It seemed as if with every passing day, her memories with him were fading and she feared one day she would forget him entirely.