| Heart | Kin | Sabertooth | Metalhead |
"Achilles!" She screamed out into her empty den, sweating in the pitch black darkness of her home as she finally woke from her dreams. Her breath quickly paced and soothed, as she rose from her cavern. The lights of her pelt were quickly matched by the autumn sunrise that peaked over the mountains and let light into the lands. Her arctics frantically searched around before she felt a sense of hopelessness.
"No . . ." She said through grit teeth, her head hanging low. Quickly she took off in the direction of the meeting area, where she had first met the dashing wounded King. Her colorful pelt mimicked that of a rainbow coursing through the sky. She quickly slammed on her heels at the grounds, her cranium tilting to the sky as she called out for anyone, anyone at all in the area who could and would show their faces to gather. Once her call had ended, she sent out another, calling for Achilles himself. He needed to know she would not be forgotten or abandoned, not again.
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