"So kind," she barked, "But I'm the age of six." <i>What a handsome, charming lad. He's definitely a wise agemate. Many experiences among him. Reminds me of my brother Shade. Not very scherzando for sure.</i> "I'm fine though." she insisted when he realized that she was hiding her injury. <i>What if it's NOT fine?</i> She forced the question out of her mind into her thoughts. The thought swirled around her head like a raging tornado on a hot, humid, rainy day. <i>Well, if it's not then I'll see you soon mother, and Shade, and Father. I hope it doesn't come to that. I hope I make you proud.</i> "I really am, it's just the slightest twist, It's happened before, I'll live with it." she lied, she was good at lying.
<i>Father, send me a sign, will I die? Should I continue or should I get help from this wolf?</i> she asked, knowing there would be no response, she thought to herself. <i>I'll live, no help needed, it will make me look weak. It'll make me a scared, weak lone wolf. A coward. How can I be a coward, simple, I'm not, so I don't need help from a wolf I just met, a wolf I barely know. Even if his intentions are good, I don't need them.</i>
Shadowstorm sat down, "All I need is some rest." she muttered to herself, partially knowing it wasn't true. She needed help, but she couldn't admit it to herself. She couldn't admit she was weak to herself.
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