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Calfuray had gone ahead of Shrike in search of a meal. She was in the mood to scavenge rather than hunt, and the base of a mountain seemed like a good enough spot to search.
Silent except for the occasional clink of the dead radio collar, she walked with her nose to the ground hoping for a scent that told her something edible was nearby. She hadn't managed to find a trail just yet.
Pausing, Calfuray stilled at the sound of crunching snow behind her. Had Shrike followed without her noticing, or was someone else here with similar goals? For the sake of her getting back quickly, she hoped it was the former.
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And it's the latter.
Instead of the one she's seeking, it's a wolf with pale russet fur, strawberry blonde—and silver eyes fixed ahead until the odd sound of the radio collar catches his attention, freezing in place to search for its source, eyes eventually falling on her.
The collar is unlike anything he'd ever seen. Its purpose—significance— is completely unknown to him, as is what it even is, having been completely isolated with his own until past months.
No words are spoken, but he doesn't look away nor walk away, head low. Waiting.
Instead of the one she's seeking, it's a wolf with pale russet fur, strawberry blonde—and silver eyes fixed ahead until the odd sound of the radio collar catches his attention, freezing in place to search for its source, eyes eventually falling on her.
The collar is unlike anything he'd ever seen. Its purpose—significance— is completely unknown to him, as is what it even is, having been completely isolated with his own until past months.
No words are spoken, but he doesn't look away nor walk away, head low. Waiting.
through wading grass,
the months will pass
you'll feel it all around
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