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She watched "August" and "Osprey" getting friendly together, and smiled a distant smile. She seemed to be the centre of calm, and looked like a perfect picture lying in the snow, her ear twitching from time to time.
A long time ago, my mother had told me. That one day... I had the dream for so long. My father died to save me and gehelp me make it this far. I will be eternally grateful to him for that. I know my mother will be too, knowing that somewhere out here, her little girl is going to have a chance at life, to have others who will love her, the capacity to fulfill her aspirations. She stayed behind, chose not to go so I would have a better chance. I didn't know until that point how lucky I am to have had such wonderful parents.
While Bear went on a hunt, his ears tilted to the front; he heard something. He listened for a moment before sniffing te ground for whomever it was. He saw twitching gray ears and casually jogged over. "Who are you?" He asked the wolf in the friendliest tone he could possibly make of his gruff voice.
She regarded Bear with steady, level eyes with a strange sort of intensity. "I'm Robin." she replied. Her voice was quiet, yet it felt like it carried for miles.
She stood up and sniffed Bear. "What about yourself?"