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Celeste nodded, "Yeah, but how would that connect to you?" |
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Sage shook his head with a frown. "I don't know....maybe it'll give us a clue as to why she doesn't like werewolves ...or a certain pack," he sighed. |
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Celeste bit her lip and nodded, informing the group of the new information. |
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Sage hoped this would be a good lead. He explained the art to everyone else...it had to be significant, but it may or may not involve him. He hoped they'd get lucky. |
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After a few more hours of hard work, they'd managed to figure out who the werewolf in the art was. It seemed to be an old queen....one that disappeared right around the same time sage was born. |
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Celeste was tired and frustrated they hadn't found anything more. |
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Sage could tell Celeste was getting upset, so he gently suggested they go get lunch ready. She could at least have a few minutes of quiet in the kitchen |
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Celeste very willingly went to the kitchen, preparing food for everyone. |
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Sage followed her, glad to have a mind break himself. The kitchen was quieter, so he didn't mind the wordless working together they had long ago perfected. |
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