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She couldn't seem to drop the tension in her shoulders ever since finding out the former Beta of the Chimera pack was back at the pack house. Did she just want to re-join the pack or was there more to it? Malia wanted to befriend her, welcome her as pack, but she couldn't stop thinking about the way it worked in the wild from whence she came. A title wasn't just something you gave up and walked away from in the feral coyote pack she used to run in. You fought for it tooth and claw and didn't give it up until you couldn't stand anymore. Then you prayed the fates would spare you from dying so you could heal up enough to fight for it again. Yet Frost had told her that Edie disappeared and now that years had gone by, she showed back up? Malia didn't know how to trust it. She needed a good run to take her mind off it so that's exactly what she did. Throwing a backpack on in case she ended up by the woods and wanted to shift, the WereCoyote took off down the sidewalk and headed into town. She was glad for the setting sun because the city was starting to slow down in human traffic as she raced her way past the buildings. Businesses were closing up and those that thrived on the night life were opening their doors and turning on those bright neon lights to welcome in the vibrant hordes. Malia ran past them all with no destination in mind, but when a familiar voice hit her keen ears, she tripped and almost face planted in her surprise. Stumbling to a halt, she panted slightly as she looked around until her brown gaze fell on the broad shoulders of a familiar figure. Her lips curved into a smile as she walked over and poked the back of his shoulder. "Hey, you. Whatcha doing?" It didn't occur to Malia that Ashton might be busy or not able to talk at the moment. He was here and she was here (plus she needed the distraction) so why not, right? |