02-18-2021, 06:40 PM
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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin
Keona shook her head, offering Dany a brief but hopefully reassuring smile. "Howl's are meant to be heard," she pointed out gently. "So, I'd say you're doing good." But perhaps not loud enough to cross through the same distance as a full-grown wolf's... Which meant they didn't have a guarantee the mother heard...
The wildcat hummed softly in thought, nodding as Roan spoke. A place to start. Even find a trail... Though the lingering memory of the storm Dany arrived during kept the dealer slightly on edge. The rain had a habit of washing away tracks. The ocean too. In rough weather. But it was something.
If Keona had a mother to search for... She'd want to try.
[/td][/tr][/table]The wildcat hummed softly in thought, nodding as Roan spoke. A place to start. Even find a trail... Though the lingering memory of the storm Dany arrived during kept the dealer slightly on edge. The rain had a habit of washing away tracks. The ocean too. In rough weather. But it was something.
If Keona had a mother to search for... She'd want to try.
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