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It settled in Sheauga's heart how much she related to Wardruna, empathized with her; felt for her ─ Sheagua had lost her entire family when she arrived here. There was still no sign or scent of them, and they could be gone forever as far as she knew. Her parents, siblings, her tribe. Gone, lost; maybe dead.

But she would not say anything about that, because this wasn't about her - it was all about War.

Sheauga wasn't ready, even after they sat there huddled together for what felt like an eternity, she wasn't ready to let go when Wardruna moved. But her warmth didn't go far, only releasing from around the back of her nape, their chests still tucked close as she felt the larger womans muzzle settled on her head. Purple eyes fluttered open, casting upward "Maybe I should patrol..."

❝ Could I join you? ❞ she asks softly, ❝ I hate the idea of you dealing with this alone ❞ her voice softens, failing to a whisper not knowing if it is out of place to say that.


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