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The search for a new home began out of necessity. Traditionally nomadic, travel suited her well though the solitude fouled her mood. Many pairs of eyes and ears would make all tasks easier- a lone wolf was one who took on all roles, carried all burdens. She felt leaden beneath them, regardless of her training.

Still, the thought of seeking out others did not appeal to her unless she could find her kin. She felt like a stream, fighting to find its way to a river- so it might rejoin and swell with the seasons. Be like water, she told herself- water could always find a way. But the river she searched for was, presently, more myth than reality.

Spotting a lone wolf in the distance, she grunted to herself softly, and flicked an ear back. Not of her kin- he was travelling alone, and it was not their way. Still- she too was alone. Perhaps others had been split away from the kin, like her.

She approached, though her doubt kept her anticipation tempered. When she addressed the other, she spoke without enthusiasm. ”Mi Vullkin?” She drawled, rhetorically.