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MUTE - AMUTAQ & ZETERI - LEVI'S SOUL- DEKU OF TAVIORA

So much and yet so little had happened to her. She didn’t know how to convey to anyone what she felt. She felt broken and lost like her purpose had been drawn from her, yet her life wanted to burn on ever brighter. She was like her mother, not willing to let anything drag her down, or was that more her father that despite being broken up still did his best to keep his happiness close to him. They had never imprinted though, at least not to her knowledge. She thought she had her life figured out, with Levi but then he was gone it seemed like she wasn’t sure what she was going to do. She waited for him for years and he still hadn’t returned. She knew she couldn’t keep going on like this, that she had to rekindle herself, become what she was before she had met Levi, even if it was hard.

However she was happy to see an old friend of hers. Someone else who hadn’t been around in a long while. Tuari though was over joyed to see him back in the forest. She remembered fondly how he surprised her by bouncing out of the leaves, how she taunted him in return by showing him the technique of ‘climbing’ trees her father had taught both her and Jinan. He used it for less than noble reasons apparently in his younger days. Tuari wasn’t as good at it as her lighter, leggier brother, but her overall athletic form certainly made due. Certainly worked that one day when watching the forest and finding Dexter today. Her white snipped tail gave several happy waves when Dexter looked towards her and she was even happier when the look of recognition in his eyes making her tail move all the faster. He was one of the few wolves that seemed to understand her, somehow, he just did. She didn’t know that it was because he had a friend in the past, she just thought he was special. He tried and that was more than what some wolves would do for wolves like her.

What she didn’t expect, but was hardly unwelcome was that after the male looked her over he moved forward embracing her. She filled with a warmth she hadn’t felt in ages and honestly the feeling almost brought tears to her eyes. Of course she had her brother, she loved him dearly, but beyond him and Astrid, sort of, there were very few in Moladion who seemed to genuinely care about her. Perhaps that was her own fault, after all it was hard to get close to someone you couldn’t even talk to. She cared about her alphas and knew them, and knew they cared about her, but in terms of having any sort of connection or friendship Tuari was sorely lacking with anyone outside of Jinan at this point, everyone else had left or vanished, parents and other siblings included, but now Dexter was back and he still cared, they were still friends.

She closed her hazel eyes tight, pushing back the tears that threatened to bubble up. She smiled widely at him when it ended. She didn’t know such an action was rare for him, but if she did she would have felt more special than she had in ages. At his question she wasn’t sure how she wanted to reply. Before this moment she had been fairly miserable, but now she felt like her fire was back, even though the loss of Levi still was weighing on her she felt like she could keep going again, perhaps she was still okay at home. She wasn’t going to hide that from him though, Tuari couldn’t remember he he knew Levi, or if he knew she had an imprint at all.

She seated herself touching her golden toed paw to her chest before slowly setting it down. After she did that she mouthed, ”My imprint left me.” A frown creased her maw and she looked a bit sadly away, golden tipped ears laying back slightly before she smiled back at Dexter with a renewed vigor tail waving to show she was better now, happy even. She jumped back and gave a little twirl of her body, showing she herself over all was doing well now. He didn’t know it yet, but he did help her a lot. Healing from an imprint loss was hard, everyone knew that, but Tuari and Levi’s bond had been very strong before he left Moladion and that was hard to overcome.

Once her little talk was done, she stopped moving deliberately before giving him an exaggerated head tilt. She wanted to know how he was, where he had gone, what he had done. But mostly an ‘and you’ was implied. Later she would see if she could drag the rest of out him. Tuari was always a good listener, a blessing of being a mute she supposed.

Tuari