<font color=fffcd9 face=times>I can�t wait just to see another day;</font>

I found a love that can�t grow old!

The others have only just settled in to Moladion again, her heart still healing over her children lost.

There is no landmarks to remind them, no bones or fragments to hold dear. The woods had regrown however, strangely tall and fast growing considering their mere two years exodus. She wonders if Hawthorn has noticed, if Makism or Tarquin have questioned it. But really, these are the most civilized concerns she has ever thought of in this strange place that was once to be their home. She bares her teeth at nothing, flinching as she hears snapping twigs from deer who she means no harm or rustlings of bunnies that she did not care to chase.

She was busy. Busy - busy - busy, indeed. Her paws work like mad, her teeth clamping on overgrown vines and branches to male a hole into her thicketed den. She is as clean as she has ever been, having waded into the western-most waterfall pool of the crater. Dry now, she is as brightly colored as a tropical flower and as set in her mind as a rock. A den. She needs a new den. A den to replace the one lost in Scotavia. The Red Woman is a legend in her own right, called �Red� by the gypsies and her closest friends. Red because it is almost a true red that marks her pelt, not some ruddy interpretation. Red and gold and white. She is dazzling if one was to look -- and yet still she sees and cares for nothing of this beauty.

Her fur has been laden with leaves and earth as she has dug. But her babies needed to be safe. When she had them, they must be. She could not lose them again - would not, even.

Dig, dig, dig. Bite, snap, tug. She clears the doorway into the center of tightly woven bush and bramble branches. It is a nice sized haven within and she finds that it is almost too good to be true. She pauses - contemplating making an escape door lest she be cornered within her own makeshift safe-zone.

female | seven | no mate | no imprint | gypsies
the red woman; �red� to friends; wild-woman of the gypsies; sister of hawthorn

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