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It was the eve of Cassiopeia and Orion's wedding, and the wolves would be courted upon their dance and words shared. Redwood couldn't help but feel longing as her gaze crossed the memory. She was youthful, fixated on the presence of Cassia. The lighter she-wolf had a paw brought in front of her, right beside Orion's. For their courting ceremony, all eyes would be on the alpha and his newly picked mate. That was how it was supposed to be.

Redwood's nose twitched as the bulky dispersal padded up to her.

Shire grinned like a fool and took a quick glance at the alpha and his mate.

"It's a nice night, huh?" He began.
Redwood smiled warmly at him. It was an elated hour to view, to perceive.

"You know, Shire, I think you might like this pack. With a new wolf in power, things...may, change. But memorable moments like this never will."

Shire blinked at her for a moment. They rarely talked, but when the pair had conversation, it felt so...Perfect. And Redwood looked so beautiful at the time. Her sweet amber irises, the subtle smile she'd always beam at Shire. She was the first to truly welcome him when he arrived at Donn'enih.

"It's not just this pack. I like you." He spoke softly.

Now Redwood was grinning like a fool.
The wolves just paces away deteriorated and blurred. The room was left to only Redwood and Shire.
They sauntered away together just outside and enjoyed the rain.
Pouring hard rain.

The memory faded away as Redwood faced the cold reality. She was still to the ground, on the wet rock's surface. Her consciousness seemed to slip away once more; just daring to allure the truth again.

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It was the eve of Cassiopeia and Orion's wedding, and the wolves would be courted upon their dance and words shared. Redwood couldn't help but feel longing as her gaze crossed the memory. She was youthful, fixated on the presence of Cassia. The lighter she-wolf had a paw brought in front of her, right beside Orion's. For their courting ceremony, all eyes would be on the alpha and his newly picked mate. That was how it was supposed to be.

Redwood's nose twitched as the bulky dispersal padded up to her.

Shire grinned like a fool and took a quick glance at the alpha and his mate.

"It's a nice night, huh?" He began.
Redwood smiled warmly at him. It was an elated hour to view, to perceive.

"You know, Shire, I think you might like this pack. With a new wolf in power, things...may, change. But memorable moments like this never will."

Shire blinked at her for a moment. They rarely talked, but when the pair had conversation, it felt so...Perfect. And Redwood looked so beautiful at the time. Her sweet amber irises, the subtle smile she'd always beam at Shire. She was the first to truly welcome him when he arrived at Donn'enih.

"It's not just this pack. I like you." He spoke softly.

Now Redwood was grinning like a fool.
The wolves just paces away deteriorated and blurred. The room was left to only Redwood and Shire.
They sauntered away together just outside and enjoyed the rain.
Pouring hard rain.

The memory faded away as Redwood faced the cold reality. She was still to the ground, on the wet rock's surface. Her consciousness seemed to slip away once more; just daring to allure the truth again.