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That was that. She nodded to the departing males, maintaining her silence carefully yet firm. Charon nosed her first, to which she licked his muzzle back to then she then stepped into motion after watching him. The goal remained clearing her head and resuming where she had left off -- if she still could. It was easier with him now at the very least. She walked with long strides, aching deeply, but persisting, down the route her patrol had held. The skull left behind would interest her more later. For now, they could refresh a few more scent markers before she was inevitably turning in.

A few heavy sighs helped her feel a bit better. She glanced Charon's way, having stayed close as she could, and only paused briefly. With another quick huff, she leaned in enough to bury her muzzle into his speckled ruff. The rest of her leaned against him. She'd missed him. Dearly.

But soon, she slid away and on ahead with an arc to her slow-waving tail. She searched his face over her shoulder, knowing words had no place on her tongue. She hoped he was happy too.