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So she had wandered this side a little more, stomach slowly shrinking in on itself, the dull ache her constant companion. At first she thought she had been dreaming - the scent struck her like a sudden bolt of lightning, pulling at her deepest memories. Fuzzy outlines, warmth and the deep rumble of voices seen through barely opened eyes. Her ears had tipped forward, while a small and uncertain whine escaped her chest... Who...? Why...? Curiosity had gotten the better of her as her dark nose dipped into the snow, swaying this way and that - searching, seeking, trying to catch the smell again... but nothing. And then almost out of nowhere the distinctive scent of a pack border. A desire to survive had her tipping back her head to call, a question clear in her tone who are you stranger? A mournful note of a memory just below the surface, and a request. Please let me in.
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