[h3][center][color=00aeef]Robyn[/color][/center][/h3]
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Her fur bristled, 'The Moon' brought back ever single memory that was somehow locked away in her mind. Crescent Moon, a name she wouldn't forget. Yes, it was only when she was a new pack member, barely reaching a year, when the incident happen. A black wolf bathed in blood of another packmate. She was exiled - as per tradition - despite other wolves thinking that it was an act of self-defense and not outright murder. Robyn had seen her go off into the wilderness alone and the white wolf felt a pang of guilt and sympathy. She knew how it feels, to be abandoned or abandon the pack you were once in. No matter how you hated them, how they didn't appreciate you, they remained your packmates and you stuck by them.

But when you are exiled, you are forced out into the wilderness alone with only a few lessons to keep with you. Robyn didn't know whether to feel relieved that the ex-packmate was alright or scared that she was back, back for revenge. But it didn't seem like it, just an accident when she crossed the border. She had to keep a lookout for the black wolf, but for now, she was no threat.

She heard Kinow call out to her and she emerged from the shrub that she was hiding in, and she sensed the irritation in the younger wolf's voice. [color=00aeef]"Before you snap at me saying that I shouldn't be here, Angelwing ordered me."[/color] She pointed out as she padded over to the rust-colored hunter. [color=00aeef]"Do you need help taking that doe back?"[/color] Was her next question, offering Kinow a small smile.