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Varien flickered his ears backwards, curiosity flaring through him. Her fur smelled like snow, pure air and flowers; a scent he'd grown to know almost as well as his own. Memorable, yet distant at the same time. The large male gave a slight start as she began speaking. "Don't apologize," the silver brute rumbled silently, taking another step back to allow the fae her space, and feeling Night's warmth greeting him. "The urge to fight in such a situation is purely natural," Varien rumbled slowly. He felt as if he were missing something... these wolves kept apologizing. Forgiving him for threatening them. What was he missing? Where had he smelled that scent? Exhaling slightly, the large male altered his gaze to Night and brushed his tail against her flank before turning to back to Grace.

Lowering his head slightly, he watched the sun dance over the mark, almost as if teasing him... or reminding him. One if Varien's ears stood straight upright, while the other went down partially halfway. Even when he heard her voice, the stammering. Which revealed her accent. "Maybe... it seems so very long ago," Varien growled softly, before tilting his head. Maybe was not what he wanted to say. Yes was the answer... but what if..? He had to be cautious. Information was valuable. "Tell me about yourself, Grace. Tell me whatever you feel comfortable with me knowing," Varien murmured, his deep voice going unusually low in tone. But not in rage. As he watched her, not only did her accent come out. Her stance seemed to change; she seemed proud. Hopeful, yet not arrogant and certain. Almost as if she'd been hiding her very existence within a shell. Varien shook his head; perhaps his injures were getting the better of him. Yet he could almost taste defiance of the odds on his tongue. He laid his head on Night's back, licking his glisten black nose as his single eye fixated on Grace. Long ago... when I... was still... in a pack. We had an alliance. The only pack that didn't hate us. Fear us. Envy us. Despise us. They helped uplift us to what could've been the best time of our lives as a pack, yet they weren't pack wolves. They didn't live like us. They weren't like us. Perhaps that's why they helped us so much... they showed us ways to hunt. Patrol. Fight. Protect. Live... and in return, we did everything they asked of. When the humans came... we tried to help them. Yet we were being betrayed, and could hardly help ourselves... is it possible it... even how weak and twisted we were... that it paid off?



{What's interesting? xD I feel like I should know, but right now I'm bouncing so many things right now...! That's why my response is so late... sorry 'bout that Timvacallo, Rainbow kitty! and that's fine! I understand, autocorrect stinks to the max.}

[ShadowsEternalFlame]

Lilly nodded pawing at her nose playfully.

Night rested her head on the ground. "You were from the tribe in the mountains weren't you? My mother used to tell me stories about the tribe before she died. How brave and loyal and overall kind they were. She used to be a tribe wolf till she met my father and left to join him." She barked wondering if grace had known her mother.

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Lindsay smiled, "It's been fun playing with you."

[ShadowsEternalFlame]

" Thank you for playing with me miss lindsay.

[xXSwiftkillXx]

"Just call me Lindsay." She smiled and nudged the pup.

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{Just the way you comprehend stuff like that. You make the stories sound so much like Grace. XD Does that even make sense?}

Grace tilted her head and listened. Is he hiding something? She thought. He did seem as if he knew something she didn't. "I will tell you. Take a sit." She said. She got her words mixed up with 'sit down' and 'take a seat'. She flushed as what she said replayed in her mind in the silence.

"Well, you see, we lived in the mountains," She tilted her head up towards the mountains once again. The warm sunlight danced across her face, lighting up her tribal mark. It made her feel a bit embarrassed, for the mark tended to draw attention to her. "We lived in peace, with the flowing cadence of the wilderness. My father, Sharp Call of Crow in The Evening, lead our Tribe. When we had... visitors, they- well, they would bring us things. Like the rarest flowers they could find, or a rare gem. I never knew why, for I was just a pup. Some of my Tribe say I was... a gift to them? Like, not from the visiting wolves, but a gift from above. I didn't know what it meant. But yes, I was the only one who had this mark. The last wolf that had a mark like this, well, it was nearly 500 moons ago. Us pups were always told stories when we were younger, about the she-wolf. Her name," She paused for a moment and looked up as she tried to remember. "Oh, yes, her name was Esmeralda. She was somewhat a Tribe wolf, but different. Like no other wolf. She didn't have the Tribal name, or the accent, but she was a great hero. Legend has it that her mark gave her a gift or intelligence and beauty, strength and stealth." She stopped and closed her eyes as she remembered her mother telling her stories as she worked. She felt herself droop a bit at the thought of her parents, but she soon straightened up again. "Esmeralda had come to our Tribe once, providing to us the rarest herbs, flowers, and gems. We didn't know why she did, but she did. The herbs helped us the most, for our pack was starving and dying. Many of us had the Sicknesse, we didn't know where the Sicknesse came from, but it was there, and it was killing us. Esmeralda had traveled through the most violent snowstorm in Tribal history, still looking healthy and well-fit. We, of course, were dumbfounded at how she did it... But she managed to keep herself very well and still bring us the life saving things we needed." She paused and concentrated on the story her mother told her when she was young.

"It's been many years, let me think for a bit." She said aloud. She wondered if they were able to understand her, for her accent was laced heavily into her voice. "Can you understand me?" She asked hopefully. She paused to catch her breath and give her tongue a rest. Suddenly she found herself staring cross-eyed at a bright blue butterfly on her nose. She sneezed and it flew off, and floated away on the warm breeze. "Oops. I'm sorry." She said, though she knew the small creature wouldn't understand her.

{My sisters are watching Doc McStuffins XD I'll continue the story in a minute. I'm on WB}

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(ok. major recap here please? i can't remember what page i was last on.)

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Recap&Repost?)

[ShadowsEternalFlame]

Night is hanging with varien. Night lost her pup))

[Nightsent]

(Anywhere I can jump in?)