Fendros returned Ahnasha's embrace wanting never to let go. He closed his eyes and ran his hand across the back of her head as an overwhelming wave of happiness washed over his mind. "Those were my thoughts as well," Fendros said quietly into her shoulder.

They remained in each others arms for some time, Fendros wanted the moment to last forever. After a while, he slowly pulled back to look into her eyes again. Fendros kept her close, resting his hands on her sides. He smiled, almost beginning to laugh, and rested his forehead on hers. It was the best dream he had experienced since he had been infected a month ago. "Is this real?" Fendros thought out loud.

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Elsewhere in the camp, there was a nudge on Meesei's shoulder. Sabine stood behind her with her town clothes on, a plain brown dress with a flaxen apron, worn underneath the fur cloak that she was so fond of, but was so contrasted in comparison. It was the same fur cloak that she usually seemed to wear, but now with the addition of a substantial cowl to shelter from the ash storms that the pack traversed. Her expression was a blank frown with her same beady eyes.

"The apothecary in this town is a Breton," Sabine stated in her usual blunt manner, "I know her. I don't want her to see me." Behind Sabine's expression, her body started to shiver nervously, betraying an unorthodox quantity of emotion from her. Sabine looked expectantly at her alpha. Not much ever seemed to provoke this kind of reaction in little Sabine, let alone cause her to say this many words at once.