She'd learned upon the first little bit of being back that Sølvi had disappeared — the universe had swallowed her whole and spit her out somewhere else — just like it'd done to almost everyone that lived here. The grief in Dawnbreak was palpable. Dalmatia had found herself waking up at night with tears in her eyes, heart cramping, because even though she didn't know the woman super well, she knew that Sølvi had been there for her sisters when she had not been, when she had been too caught up within her own walls of an icy depression.

Sølvi had grown to be a part of their family, and now that part of them had been ripped away.

There must have been a pull to it, whether it be coincidence or misery (and its love for company), she caught scent of Aurelia heading towards Sølvi's den, where she was aimlessly heading too. She picked up her pace a little, trotting after her sister, hopeful in the fact that it might just be the two of them, a moment to check on her sister —

Though when she crested where Sølvi had made her den, she could see Sólúlfur's stormy fur, and Aurelia already finding a spot beside her. Dalmatia didn't want to interrupt their moment. She'd find another time to talk to her — another time to talk to both of them that were grieving. She spotted Azrael across the way, looking upon the two as well, probably finishing his patrol. She gave a small nod of acknowledgement, a weak smile, and started to make her way back the way she'd come.

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