Clearwater Tarn and I'm hungry and scared and I can't find the truth

All CT wolves welcome! She is not yet in pack territory, but is very close, and will trespass if not stopped.

Nymphnora had walking for days in a sort of tired hopelessness. Everything seemed surreal. If she ever allowed herself to think about her family, she would be struck with another round of grief, often having to stop and have a good cry before continuing onward. Funny thing about not thinking about something, though. If you concentrated on not thinking about a thing, you would have to think about it to think about not thinking about it.

She didn't even know where she was going. All she knew was that something inside of her had needed to get away, and she had just kept moving. It was called inertia. Something in motion, without an force to stop it, stayed in motion. At least that was what she thought it was.

Then she scented pack boundaries. Her first reaction was that of desperate hope, despite the icy shell she was trying to build. These wolves could help her. But... Her mother had told her that packs didn't like other wolves in their territory. Actually, she had said that the Stallionsdidn't like other wolves in their territory, but it seemed like a universal thing.

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It was another day that the Tarn was holding on to what they still had. Odin and Jenny still hadn't returned and it was all she could to hope they they would. With just the three of them left she didn't want to keep the caches completely full like they once had. She feared the meat would go bad before it could be eaten so she didn't hunt as much. That left border patrols to keep her busy or laying about by the tarn.

It was probably a good things she'd decided to do a border patrol when she did since she picked up the scent of a strange wolf. Just from her scent Cheedo could tell she was a loner so the question was what did she want.

The tawny woman didn't race to the border but moved at a somewhat quick pace. By the time she’d reached the part of the border she found the girl. “Hello, you have come to the border of Clearwater Tarn. Is there something we can help you with?” She asked in her most leaderly voice despite how she was feeling on the inside.

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Nymphnora was about to turn away when a voice froze her in place. "Uh, I, um," she stammered. What could she say that wouldn't immediately incriminate her. I was just staring aimlessly into your territory, daydreaming about help I'll never receive? Fat chance that would work!

She began to feel the now very familiar feeling of choking, and her eyes welled up with tears. The young Stallion ducked, closing her eyes tightly. It never worked. But at least she could hide her rapidly warming face from the other wolf. She felt an urge to tell her, but knew that she wouldn't listen. Maybe when she could stay composed, she could tell others but now she was just a waterfall pouring out water randomly.

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She was led to the spot by the sound of Cheedo and the smell of a stranger. The healer in her was curious if anything was wrong with the stranger yet she also felt skittish about showing up. It was at an awkward pace that she showed up, lingering by Cheedo's flank. Her leathery nose gently touched the leader's back to let her know she was there should she be needed.

Her eyes examined the child with a peculiar look. They seemed a bit...young to be out on their own. Awinita wondered if any parents might be nearby alas there was no defining scents of another on the girl's pelt. The situation was already more interesting than she had expected it to be.

The yearling had been roaming the borders at his own leisurely pace when he caught the scent of his remaining packmates. Curiosity got the better of him and the young wolf followed the trail until he could see Cheedo and Awinitia ahead. It seemed a bit odd and coming closer he spotted the young cream-colored wolf in front of them. Suddenly feeling protective of his companions, the large wolf picked up the pace until he arrived on the scene.

Daesamar paused on the left side, he dipped his head to Cheedo, his grin returned and he nodded a greeting to Awinita before turning his attention onto the stranger. She was a child, possibly a little younger then he had been when he ended up in the Lore on his own almost a year ago. He recalled how lonely and hard it had been as well. His silver eyes flicked between his packmates and the loner and he bit his tongue on asking Cheedo if they could just adopt her right here and right now with no questions asked, he didn't want anyone else to go through what he had at such a young age.

It was very clear to the tawny woman that a child stood in front of her and more importantly she was alone. Cheedo didn't consider her much of a threat especially when the tears started to flow from her eyes. Her attention broke from the young girl for only a moment when she felt a touch to her back, Awinita had joined her. She gave the healer an approving nod before turning back to the pup.

Before she could say anything to the girl they were joined by Daes and he too received an approving nod. It was then time to deal with the situation of the young wolf, it was a rather peculiar situation at that. Cheedo stepped forward and tried to lift the girls chin, “You shouldn't be out here on your own. When’s the last time you had something to eat?” She asked trying to take the girls mind off whatever was making her cry. It did occur to her that being hungry could be the reason but maybe they could remedy that.

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Nymphnora looked up and nodded at the female's suggestion of food. But then she spotted the two other wolves. Where had they come from? She hadn't heard any arrivals, though that was likely because of her crying. One was large, and dark, streaked through with white, and the other was smaller and brown. Their faces wore the same concerned expressions, although the big one seemed more kindly.

She blinked a few times to clear the tears from her eyes, though they hadn't completed subsided. Maybe here was a good place. A safe place. Oh, she was an emotional rollercoaster today, wasn't she!

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