She growled sofly to herself before calling back to him. "I don't need luck!" She mumbled something about just needing faith. Dharma sighed softly glancing back at the two. "My idea of life?" She was talking softly to herself as she asked the question before answering. "Is not a pack; maybe friends or family that are together but not a pack. Pack. What a silly word." She looked at her scars, wondering if being in a pack would have left her beautiful like her sister Chani. Dharma looked at the slanted tree she was walking to. The roots were tied in knots that even a mouse couldnt fit in to. The tree slanted up and rested on another. With a single leap Dharma landed on the rough wood. The sable wolf laid down and watched the distance. She was on the border of Miquel's lands. She could barely see him in the distance but could make out his figure
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