The girl had appeared to vanish, but rather, Ayara had just hidden herself amongst the lands of Amberjorne. She was still around, still observing the pack, but she had hidden herself as she noticed Mabbit and Themis’s relationship get closer and honestly, it made the teen uncomfortable. There were not many people left in Ayara’s life, those who remained were Valkyrie, her sister, and Mabbit, her father. But here her father was, finding a new lover in the alphess. The teen felt betrayed, abandoned even, as her father spent more and more time with Themis. And who knows what was happening with Valkyrie – Ayara had seen little to no sign of her either. This lass really was as much of a recluse as she could be as a member of Amberjorne honestly. The only wolf she kept in some contact with was Wisteria but hearing of her soon to be marriage made Ayara see less and less of her lately.

Ayara rolled her china blue eyes just thinking about it, which was then followed by an annoyed sigh. Her white paws appeared to almost glide as she paced back and forth in thought in her own little corner of Amberjorne’s lands. The black line along her spine and tail seemed to sway with her pacing, her primarily dark gray body almost shimmering in the light of dawn. Ayara had not slept well in the past few days, noticing that her father and Themis were spending more time than ever together. She sighed once more and forced her memories to flick to other members of Amberjorne, the first coming to mind being Phobus. Her opinion on him was mixed, as his behavior was not necessarily kind, but he was cute. What had happened to him as of late? She had not seen much of him either. Maybe he had made himself a recluse like what she did? Why did he even pop into her mind first out of all the pack members that were not family?

Her china blue eyes flecked with crimson hues darted to her left side after hearing a snap, which brought her out of her thoughts. ”Phobus? Is that you?” She spoke out loud. Almost immediately she followed it with a frazzled apology and somewhat believable excuse if someone did not know she really existed, let alone the fact she was Mabbit’s daughter. ”I-I’m sorry if it’s not, I- I-…I was rehearsing everyone’s names. I’m bad with names.” Her gray body slowly oriented to the location of the sound as she spoke, not quite sure what or who’d she would see.

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