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"Sadly, or being sad and mournful"
Maestus trotted through the forest, cool breeze ruffling his fur. Annae walked slowly alongside him, letting herself wander with her face to the sun. The other wolves weren't around- Indago was searching through the Riparian Woodland, and Latens was staying behind to pupsit. He sighed. It's just you and me, then...
Annae turned her head to him. He knew- he could feel her gaze, slowly watching him with a calculated and restrained exuberance. "Is something wrong, Maestus?" She seemed more... concerned than usual. It wasn't her style, being the more creative of the two. But it was there nonetheless.
"No, Anna. Nothing."
He didn't have to worry her with his own issues. They were his to face, and his alone. Nevermind that he had no will to face them- he had to. He must.
To survive, they couldn't survive with him.
