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Her concern for Wardruna since word of her father being proclaimed as officially missing weighed heavy on the girls mind. She didn't know him, but this was Wardruna's dad. And it was her growing compassion for the girl that drove the pit in her stomach to grow. Each day it seemed to get worse, and Sheauga had kept her eyes, ears and nose alert for any sign or any word any, anything that would point to where he could be.

She had tried to keep herself occupied, putting together a den and preparing for winter, determined now more than ever to stay so she could support her. The idea of going away, going south for the winter became the furthest from her mind. So she gathered pines, furs and grass - anything she could to make her small den retain heat.

When her busy work became too tedious, she would slip back toward Wardruna's only able to hope that she would be there as night crept upon the land. The smaller girl slowed as she approached, ear sweeping up her pink nose twitching. ❝ Wardruna, are you here? ❞ she quieted. and waited patiently.

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ooc; set prior to the news of Ragnars death, he is currently missing

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