Father still hadn't come looking for her; perhaps he truly didn't care, yet she found herself looking for him. She moved around quietly, not so much unseen, but at least ignored by most of the pack. While she was a princess in her own right, she had no one who seemed to seek her out. She had met some interesting new creatures, but if they would stay, she wasn't sure. She wanted a friend at least...someone who saw her...them. Her crown dropped slightly like sharp bites taken at her skin. The girl felt pain but dared not make a sound.

It hit her suddenly, a scent she knew well. It was strong; it was her father. She had been looking for him, and yet she didn't expect to find him. Her heart pounded against her ribs as her paws no longer willingly moved for her. The pain and sadness locked her in place. She pleaded with her sister to encourage their paws to move. To run. She wasn't ready to face him. The girl growled softly at herself. She wouldn't cry. She couldn't run, so she stood and braced herself. Her father would either see her or she would be passed over like a ghost from the stories she had been told.

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