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Anaia stomach rumbled softly at the offered meat. “Thanks.” She butted her head against Sara’s neck before beginning to eat, keeping half an eye on the rest of the pack members. She couldn’t help a small snort of amusement to see Odin playfully teasing another wolf she hadn’t met yet. “I wish I could have helped.” She sighed ruefully to @Saradathia .
When Craw began to speak, she turned her attention upwards. Wild Rye Fields? “Is that where that other wolf we met when you found me came from?” She murmured, not wanting to interrupt. If it was, she was sure Odin had reported it already. He seemed very fond of his father, after all. It hadn’t been an eventful encounter – no regarding pack relations, anyway – that Anaia had noticed, but then again she’d been more worried about survival at that moment in time.
She continued eating the food her sister had brought her, glad for something to do while she watched the pack. She wanted to get to know them, but she didn’t want to stick out more than she already did. She hoped she would have the opportunity to meet all of them in the near future, though it would be too much to hope they would stop by her little den for a visit. As it was, she almost felt like Craw had shoved her out of the way with the purpose of making her feel isolated. Is this a test? She suddenly wondered, eyeing the scarred leader and the dark woman, who had to be his mate, sitting beside him.
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