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Ashlyn Olivia Blackwood, known as Ash to her friends and Wildheart to her enemies, finished the last stitch in the side of the large dog lying on the large metal table. She examined her work for a moment and then stepped back nodding at one of her nurses to begin the process of moving the patient into recovery. As had become her habit, after each operation, she sent soothing images to the dog lying unconscious on the table. She had no doubt that even unconscious the animal would sense her sending and hopefully appreciate the reassurance, it had been a simple spay operation removing the animals reproductive system but even a simple operation would cause anxiety in anyone human or animal. Such operations were sometimes difficult for Ash as the animal was often confused and upset by what was going to be done to it, and since becoming part of their world she had struggled to find ways to explain to them why such steps were sometimes necessary. This dog, a Collie named Clara, had accepted the situation as she had already had several litters and felt herself too tired to bear more. 

She glanced at the clock that hung on one wall of the operating theatre and was unsurprised at how late it was, the operation had needed to be performed as soon as possible due to health issues and so she had offered to do it before closing up for the night. Adrian would no doubt have eaten by now but she was sure he would have saved something for her to heat up. He usually did. Once Clara was settled into one of the recovery kennels adjacent to the theatre, she let the nurses out and closed the clinic. Unlike the nurses she did not have to travel anywhere to get home, the clinic had been built in an extension of the house she shared with her brother. It was a simple walk up a short paved path to the main house lit by small solar lamps at regular intervals. The house was dark, Adrian was no doubt asleep by now or holed up in his room with his computer, but the kitchen light had been left on. She entered the house through the back door and was enveloped by a furry mass. 

With a chuckle she steadied herself and crouched to pet the various animals, the two German Shepherds and the two cats weaving between their feet, and answered their greetings and demands with several mental images. After a few minutes the animals retreated slightly recognising her tiredness and need to sit down. She fixed herself a cup of tea, with milk and sugar, and sat at the kitchen counter idly stroking Artemis's head where the dog sat beside her. Apollo had lay down at her feet and the two cats perched on the counter beside her, only Smudge was absent but she wasn't surprised as the cat seemed attached to her brother like glue most days. Now relaxing her thoughts returned to the invitation she had received from Athena a young girl who helped her in the clinic. The girl was very smart and she had figured out Ash's secret offering her an invitation to some sort of gathering of like minded people. She had been debating all day on whether to attend and sitting in her kitchen she had finally made her decision...

...The following day found her standing in front of the address Athena had given her with her two dogs beside her, she had debated whether or not to bring them but they had been insistent and truthfully she welcomed their reassuring presence. She would just have to hope that whoever else was here was ok with animals, if not well she wouldn't be returning here, since animals were integral to her abilities. She hadn't been sure whether she was supposed to come as Wildheart and in the end had decided not to. She didn't know yet what to expect and felt it was better if everyone just saw a young woman with a knack for animals. She had therefore dressed casually in her usual non work clothes, blue skinny jeans, calf length black boots, long black top and motorcycle jacket and her red hair tied back in a ponytail. 
Readjusting one of the many silver rings on her fingers she took a deep breath and walked to the main entrance knocking sharply, the dogs walking on wither side of her.