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She was weary in her step. Her giant, lumbering paws stepped in the wet tracks as she stepped back forward. The smell of dirt, and sand coated her pelt. Not the wet sand that drifted admist the Typhoon- nay, the dry cracking heat of the desert buzzed around her, but the smell of the Pitt was highly absent. Blood stained her muzzle, and had dried there. It caked her paws, and her leather sheath was soiled with it. Deldrach nearly reveled in the feel of the water against her tawny pelt.

Her eyes, were dull. They had something cold in them, hate burning in them. A new cut was tracing her back. The jaglioness headed for the beach as soon as she got there, traveling past town. She sat down at the sand when she arrived, staring out across the water. He wasn't dead. She knew that- she hadn't been able to kill him, a mix of emotions bubbling up in her chest and screaming at her, her head dense with the unforgivingness of him. Would she tell Goldie at all what she had done? Nay, she wouldn't. She...

She couldn't warn her. Everything that Goldie was doing now depended on not knowing.

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