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She had been far when the call had sounded. But that voice! There was no mistaking it. None. Anemone moved as she had not in weeks; there was such strength in her steps that surely one might mistake her to be more than what she was. Anemone was a fraction of who she inherently was without Narcissus and Hawthorne... but one had come to her. One had come home. It was not the place that made home, but one another; she was finding that to be a wicked truth as the days passed. Each one was longer than the last, and she only found solace in her reflection. She humored talking to that reflection, but never broke, never reached that point. Fortunately it would seem she did not need to.

Her strides were long as she sprinted toward the borders. She slowed a significant distance away and seemed to mimic all that Hawthorne was when he had felt he was wrong in something; it was easy to duplicate, the shame, because it was truly felt. It was something Anemone had never dealt with, but Kei knew how she felt. Anxious, worried... Anemone, the bark and the bite, the snapping jaws and the voice, conflicted! And she was. Narcissus knew of her intent, but she worried that he thought she may have failed. Anemone of course understood she had not, that she was so close, that he must be here knowing Hawthorne (they were the same body, but their minds were terribly different, and she knew his as she knew her own)... but he was not here.

Narcissus would know, Narcissus would understand. He knew her as he knew Hawthorne and she knew them. What she did was in the best interest of them all. Narcissus needed rest, surely he was as weary as she was in her hunt! They were strong, but mortal.

From a distance, she mirrored Hawthorne. But as she grew closer, as she could smell the life and see every blade of fur upon him, her confidence seemed to renew. Her tail wagged furiously and she approached Tenzin and Nuata, nibbling the chin of her alpha and briefly nudging her shoulder (gently, amicably) into the Warrior. But she was not so formal with her brother, who she rushed headlong into. Narcissus! she breathes, home! One step closer.