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With blood so valuable, Fifth and Callisto have had to run from greedy mercenaries their entire lives. They are both mimics, having chosen wolves as a disguise. There were plenty in the area. Fifth is fierce and protective, she would do anything to save her brother. This has unfortunately gained her many scars, but Callisto's enthusiasm is enough to make her feel hopeful again. They had been told somebody in Iron City could help them, keep them from the dreadful fate of the mercenaries. It had to be somebody powerful, if he even existed in the first place! The two sibling weren't even sure if Iron City was real, but they pushed on, it was their only hope. Several times, they nearly got caught, but the duo always managed to get out, to continue their trek. Asking others for directions was almost completely out of the question, for fear of endangering innocents and exposing them to the wrath of the mercenaries. Callisto would keep up their spirits when it started to feel hopeless, encouraging his sister and saying how amazing it would be when they finally located this powerful person in Iron City. They frequently changed their disguises along the route, but the wolf was doing quite well. Callisto had taken the form of a bright reddish pink wolf with black and white markings. A color which suited his bubbly personality but somehow hadn't yet attracted the eyes of the hunters. Fifth had morphed into a monochrome color, with grays, blacks and whites. The two were a perfect combinations, Fifth being the older and stronger sibling could protect Callisto, while he boosted her spirits and brought hope to the expedition. With no other home or refuge, finding Iron City truly was their only option. But the siblings would never give up on their quest, no matter what the odds.