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Sylva’s tongue hung out the side of her mouth as she dashed over the snow. Her stride even and confident as she adjusted to the lands of the Stonewatch Timbers. The pack wouldn’t be here much longer and she wanted to enjoy it while she could. She skidded to a stop just short of a small ridge, sending snow falling over the rough and uneven edge.The Yearling cackled with glee as she watched the flakes tumble down before yipping “You didn’t get me this time!’
“So much has happened..” the charcoal furred canine mused as she settled down onto her haunches, looking out over the forest. She had come out this way in part to explore and part to patrol. She wanted to prove herself to her packmates, that she wasn’t just some hyper ball of fur that didn’t contribute, she needed to contribute, to show that she did have value and wasn’t just something to be cut loose. AT the same time though she was happy. She had a home, she had a pack, she had meals to eat, wolves to talk to.Acting on more of an impulse then anything, she raised her muzzle skyward and let out a long and joyous howl to celebrate just simply being alive.
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