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Anaia smiled as @Piety spoke. “I wouldn’t take a job while still planning on leaving. It just wouldn’t be fair of me to integrate myself into a pack that much and then ditch them.” She shifted her position on the hard ground. “I bet I’ll feel less inclined to leave once I’m not stuck here all the time. If I have something to keep me busy, I won’t think about my family so much.”
Anaia looked up at the sky, wondering when it was going to snow again. One last time she cast her thoughts further north. While she was thinking once again of her family, she was also thinking about the nasty weather she had avoided by coming south. Yes; she thought she could get used to it here. If the summer turned out well, she might even find it hard to say toodle-oo to this new pack.
She turned her attention to Piety. The promise – could she call it that? – of a hunt when she was recovered enough to do such things lifted her spirits greatly. Still, she wasn’t quite there yet, no matter how much she wished she was. Anaia yawned, already inclined to take another nap. “Thank you for stopping by,” She said as she stood and stretched, “but I have to say I’m already tired again.” She smiled apologetically, hoping her new friend wouldn’t be offended that she was already ending the conversation.
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