Horizon Ridge You like to drink and to smoke to take away the pain

Oh, Nieve mused, I don't know many forests. She smiled apologetically at him and tapped her tail on the ridge, not unlike a man tapping a finger against a desk in thought. Of course she would still make an effort to help Cam if he wanted her to, but Nieve didn't think there was much she could do to guide him. She was seized with the desire to remedy that, one day. The next time she came upon a lost soul, she hoped she knew enough to point them in the right direction.

No, she answered, smile disappearing as she tucked her chin close to her chest shyly. They're green, like the greenest grass you've ever seen, but even more green than that. That was about the best descriptor she could come up with. Luckily, Nieve was spared from having to think of a better way to describe how green Cam's eyes were by his mention of "her". Assuming he meant the woman he was travelling with, Nieve stood and craned her neck to look down at the red-haired wolf who looked back at them.

Just as Rosalyn had recognized her and froze, Nieve too froze at the sight of her other mother. Even if Nieve didn't spend a lot of time with Reyes, who looked exactly like her, she wouldn't have mistaken Rosalyn for anyone else. But how was this possible? Her tail was the first part of her to react, kicking into a tentative wag as she disbelievingly asked, mom?

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