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[Dearlea]

Dearlea padded through the woods, her paws crunching as she lazily headed towards a shady tree. She was pretty tired today, she woke up early, she went on a hunt, and now she was tired. Nothing really was happening this summer so she was pretty bored. Why isn't there any other wolves around here? She sighed.

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Haiera hadn't hunted this morning, nor had she slept that night. In all truth, she hardly hunted nor slept lest she was exhausted or nigh starving. Why care? Her mind flitted to old and broken memories that made her want to break down in despair and laugh to the sky's in glee at the same time. She did both. And often at that. Though most of the time these thoughts led her to feel like ripping out someone's throat. Wich often ruined her little play of innocence. However, for once, she's calm. Or as calm as one buried deep in the broken midst of insanity might find themselves. She chuckled darkly as she spotted another wolf. She looked much like an innocent young wolf, not more than three years of age. Prime and beautiful with a twisted sense of life often so dark it startled even her. She revealed in it. With a twisted smile, she answered the other's seemingly rhetorical question. "Oh but there always is, dearie. Don't you fret now" Her voice came out like a twisted snarl with a strangely musical lilt to it. So brokenly beautiful it made many want to scream and cry at the beauty of it all at the same time. She offered the other a toothy grin, her own canines sharp and gleaming in the summer sun. Her bright blue eyes danced with amused insanity. "I, my dear, am Haiera. Whom might you be, hmm?"