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Again the woman of the salt-waters found herself escaping the threshold of what was meant to be home. The place that she had found was one she visited frequently; she felt it was her own, and it brought her comfort. Anemone would find Hawthorne when she was well enough to travel again, and then return to the Vale. She would be a loyal subordinate throughout the winter, giving as they had given to her. Anemone owed them that much, and would show her thanks tenfold.

She thought of this as she followed the river toward the coast. Her tail hung limply between her hocks, twitching idly as she thought of the salt-water... she missed the oceans embrace, but would not be able to have it in its entirety until the sun could truly warm her bones. The L'amour girl would not risk death, but she visited Kei in what she imagined to be Her truest form as often as she could to look upon her and pay tribute.

Her eyes fell upon the figure of another. She was unsure what way this wolf traveled, but knowing the way she went, she thought it would be wise to do as he was. Within the caves she had found she was sure she could (eventually) find some source of freshwater, but for now she may as well have her fill of what she knew was well and good.

Anemone darted closer to the bank, though kept a safe distance between her and the other wolf. She did not want to impose or distract him from his original intent, but she thought it pointless to hide her objective by darting further away to drink instead of simply doing so now. Her eyes lingered upon the dark form for a moment before Anemone lowers her head to drink. Anemone is careful to keep her attention upon the other should he approach, hardly desiring to risk injury in the process of slaking her thirst.