Deepwood Weald parabol & parabola

@Feyre sorry about the shortness! This is updated to March 21st. I hope that's alright with you. :3

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She was tired, damn tired. Days of near ceaseless travel had worn the woman down, for she was not the young maiden she used to be. It was not true that she was weak or out of shape — on the contrary, she was perhaps stronger than usual for wolves her age — but she was still five years old, middle aged, and lacking the endless energy of youth.

She reached the safety of the forest, panting heavily, every muscle and bone in her body weary and aching. A soft bed of grass mixed with pine needles appeared within a small clearing, and, eager to lie down for a while, she sprinted the rest of the way. Once she had reached the natural cushion, Uma turned in several circles and pawed at the lose leaves and needles until she had created a bed to her liking. She was just about to lie down when something captured the attention of her pink eyes, something almost hidden in the shadow of the trees, a short distance back into the woods. However, the pale fur gave the stranger away, and Uma woofed in greeting; but only after a long, exaggerated sigh.

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