Clever joins in and quietens the group down, no need to be afraid of the storm he says, it to will pass.

Salda listens as the far off howls lessen.
>friends...<


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Clever says, now we must hunt for food!

Name: Aeonta
Age: 5
Gender: female
Looks: grey; shadow-grey... thundercloud grey; one blue eye and one brown
Personality: generous, caregiving to the point of sacrifice
Pack: Lifeblood
Rank: Medic
Past- what is past is gone. Aeonta was unable to save her family but won't let that happen again


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Salda howls again, longer and louder. >friends<


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Aeonta approaches slowly- she knows that other packs may not accept her or her healing skills. Her head is held... Not high, in challenge, and not low, in deference... Just steady showing strength and openness to friendship.


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Salda glances at the newcomer, rain touching her nose.


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Aeonta glanced back- careful not to glare or challenge. >Safe<
In the distance they hear a sound- a howling, but not a greeting. It is the sound of a wolf in pain, under attack. >Fear...worry<


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Salda hears the howl too and almost hurries to her haunches. but then she remembers the wolf ahead.
>friend? same howling one?<


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Aeonta looks toward the howlin and back toward Salda and Clever... >Friends< torn between these new friends and the distant wolf's need for her healing skills. >Come???< She took a loping step toward the painful sound and looked back at Salda and Clever...


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Salda glanced at the rain, then chaced Aeonta's tail as they headed towards the painful sound.


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Aeonta flew through the rainy tundra. The call of pain, of torture, drew her.
As they flew through the falling night, they came into a clearing. In the center, a wolf lay crying, howling, whimpering in turn. Around his leg, a... mouth? >human< cold, sharp, hard, held to the ground with more of the same cold, hard stuff. It made a "clanking" sound as the wolf writhed in pain.
Aeonta drew into herself and found her power.


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