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The golden damsel was lost. She had roamed the neverending land of white, hoping to find someone to steer her in the right direction. She had encountered the cream woman but got nowhere. Celine had hoped the woman could help her, but it seemed not. Instead, Celine made herself a burrow at the base of an old spruce.

Spending her days alone was a struggle for the woman, especially after a life with her mother and the occasional times with her father. But here, she was completely alone.

Celine had decided this would be the day she ventured out to find help. She set off towards the mountain range, hoping someone would appear. "Hello?" Celine called, her verdant eyes peering into the distance. She hoped a member of the pack living here could help her. Maybe they could take her to their leader or offer her shelter for the time being. Celine didn't want to be alone for much longer. The girl had never developed her hunting skills before she was taken from her mother, nor did she know how to get someone to do things for her.

Lina never had to do much growing up, having been Étienne's last child and his only daughter. But she was not a royal, no matter how much Étienne claimed she was. Her mother was not the queen, and she was not of royal bloodline herself. Celine was ultimately another bastard, just like Florian.

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Kreš had made himself comfortable on the mountain. Not at home yet, no, but at the very least, he had a familiar face to return to and a job to do that he was good at. That was more than he’d been expecting, and probably more than he deserved.

Patrolling the borders was something Kreš was quite fond of. It was usually quiet, usually lonely, but it was a task that he was used to and it set a routine that he could follow. Nothing had happened yet, but that was a good thing. It meant the borders were strong and no wolf would approach them without knowing that they were trespassing.

It was snowing that day, blanketing the landscape in white and inhibiting his vision. Frustrating, sure, but nothing he couldn’t handle. In fact, he considered it a good thing - he was likely the only soul out and about at the moment, which was just how he liked it.

“Hello?”

Torn ears perked up at the sound and Kreš turned in its direction. It wasn’t too far off, just past the borders if he were to hazard a guess. Too close for his liking, but perhaps they meant no harm.

Still, Krešimir was not one to take chances.

He approached the stranger with purpose, stiff and tall. It was a woman, smaller than himself - she didn’t seem particularly threatening, but he could never be too careful.

Rosy eyes narrowed at her, waiting for her to speak. There was a glimmer of recognition somewhere in his mind, but things had been difficult to recall properly since he’d woken up here. Perhaps a conversation would spark up that familiarity.

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