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Tiberii · 10/1/2025, 3:07 PM

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She'd followed the rest of her comrades from a distance. It wasn't sulking, it was protection, and she would carefully keep her gaze on them as they strolled through the Alpines. The weather had been nothing short of unusual as of late, and today was no different. And the wolves of Dawnbreak were not the only ones, it seemed, to stare upward toward a sky that twisted and shook with magical power.

Tiberii's gaze would narrow, watching as the mist seemed to take form ... a herd of deer. Stags, mainly. And they did not look, nor smell, natural.

Tiberii peered across the plains, noticing the collection of wolves that had been drawn here. Some were confused ... and some ... angry. She watched as the familiar red flame charged forward into the unknown mist, just as she pulled her larger frame up beside Vidarr and Aurelia. Isaiah did not wait; some sort of keen excitement took over his body, and Tiberii felt herself stiffen with a blast of shock. Isaiah! There was a rough panic in her voice, her ears flicking backward atop her skull as her mind flashed.

Stag. Bear. Magic. Mist. Darkness.

Her panic caught in her throat as she imagined Isaiah being taken, just as ... just as the rest.

Her anxiety did not allow her to wait, and she would cast only a brief glance toward the rest of the gathered Dawnbreakers before taking off after her brother.

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