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The girl had no business being as loud as she was nor as brave as she was. There had been a fox and she had seen it for what it was, what she had been told it was! Scum! Nymeria still wasn't sure what that really meant, she only knew that they were bad, thank you and so she went waddling after it, crazily barking -- or attempting to, they sounded pitiful, really -- and she was lucky it was a kit and not an adult, otherwise she would have been a snack. 

Nymeria went racing on unsteady legs (her balance not quite what it should be but then she was just shy of 3 months, so really, she couldn't be blamed and maybe it was because she was a chunky little thing who could only hoped she would grow out of her puppy rolls sooner rather than later) through the bushes after the baby fox, squealing as she went with what she hoped was aggressive barks. The girl paid no mind to the way the broken branches swiped across her cheeks, her nose bridge, casting thin lines of crimson upon her young features as she emerged from the other side -- only to lose her balance entirely. 

The girl was sent sailing through the air, tumbling to the ground with leaves, crimson and ruffled fur. Dramatic even as a wee babe, Nymeria opened her mouth and wailed, not noticing how the other side of the bush was nothing like the other, where she had been only moments ago.^^

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 Absconding himself as the day stretched on, Madmortigan traded his mask of duty for that of deep and wretched sorrow. Pacing the temperate trails until his muscles ached, his mind frenzied for some kind of reason, some explanation he could point and call divine. 

 But there was nothing. Sister gone. And for what?

 From a distance a keening warbled between the sun-dappled leaves as if the forest itself was offering its own form of grief. Madmortigan's ears twitched. Pushing through the brambles, he was met with a chubby black and white bundle, bereft, it seemed, at her own existence. 

 “Nym?”

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She might as well seek to raise the dead with the way she was unleashing her vocals upon the world yet it wasn't exactly something Nymeria wouldn't do, if she had that ability. The girl when she had been older, more established, had held a fascination about that death that could have translated to necromancy had she been in the right form.

Now, though, she was simply displeased with her trip, so she let the world know it.

Until the warm, familiar voice of her most treasured other. She gasped, garbled sounds of excitement coming from the girl as she forgot her dismay. "Morty, Morty, Morty!" the girl babbled as she surged to her chunky legs, slapping her paws to the ground as she went barrelling for him. The crimson slices across her face forgotten as she gazed up at him lovingly, happily. ^^

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 And there she was, reborn and perfect and whole. But young. 

 Madmortigan let out a choked sob, immediately laying prone as he covered the white and black pup with fervent kisses to her fluffed-up cheeks. 

 “You gave me such a fright, Nym. I thought I'd lost you.”

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In her shaken, young memory, Nymeria couldn't recall the exact relationship with him, dad or brother, only that she knew how much she loved him, favoured him and cherished him. Simple, wasn't it? Nymeria wouldn't complain as he showered her in kisses, her short tail thumping happily at the attention but his sob made her little heart break, ears cuffing back as she tried to understand.

Lost her? He would never lose her. "Lose? Nym?" She huffed, "never! Never ever," the girl declared as she hugged him as tightly as she could, licking at him in return. "Morty never lose Nym, together forever," she promised, unaware that she had died and he had in fact, for a short time, mourned her. ^^

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 He closed his eyes and listened to that trilling voice, as tittering and exuberant as a bird after its first Spring flight. 

 He would be what she needed, whatever and whoever that was. Pulling back so he could look at her, his eyes sparked with that familiar, righteous zeal. “You know why that is, don't you? The Wolf won't ever see us torn away from each other, not truly. Because you know what we are?”

 He tipped his head at the leading question, wondering how much of the Order's teachings had remained with the years falling away.

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He agreed with her, furthering her words and only making her intensity grow. "Superior!" She barked, "wolves, superior!" That's what they had been taught, hadn't they? That all non-wolves were disgusting, gross and against The Wolf, neeing to go. Wasn't that right?

She peered at him, eager, her silver eyes wide and yearning. "And... and Morty mine and Nym Morty's. Can never... never be torn away!" Her bottom lip wobbled at the thought, gasping as she wondered: what if someone tried? What if someone tried to take her from him, him from her? Nymeria's eyes welled up at the thought, her chunky legs clinging to him. No, no they couldn't, wouldn't -- she would devote her life to ensuring that there were little possibilities of that -- also the whole Wolf desires, of course. ^^

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