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Her lungs burned, at-odds with the cool, crisp wind. She’d been running for hours and her breathing was starting to come in heaving grunts. She ran on, ignoring the labored noise filling her ears. Her legs burned as much as her lungs, but the earth rolled away from her paws, beckoning her on with good weather and the startled sounds of ground-nesting birds that she spooked from hiding with her pace. She snapped at one joyfully as she passed by, leaping up and missing it widely. One of her legs buckled when she landed, but she caught herself easily and resumed her loping speed.

She’d left her traveling companion, Zaledenet, earlier that day. They’d downed large prey (though she was starting to suspect his hunting skills were more than lacking), and there was more than enough left over for him to stay there a day or two while she roamed, so long as he didn’t foolishly lose it to some other wolf or dhole. She would return eventually, maybe tomorrow, but with the plains calling she had no qualms about leaving him for a while.

It took a bit longer for Dimah to notice the approaching shape through her reverie. It gave her a bit of a pause, but she felt no special apprehension about it, and it, no, a wolf seemed to be approaching. Had it been an unfriendly scout, it would have likely gone for reinforcements if it truly meant her harm. Besides, there was no sense fleeing. She was in no shape to win a race at the moment.

She changed direction slightly, swinging to meet the wolf, ahh, a female, more directly. She stopped some distance away to catch her breath while the other wolf approached. Even with the break, her sides heaved with effort and she panted heavily around a wide smile that had come to her in running. “Evening. Am I… tresspassing?”

”Spirits guild your hunt then, friend,” she replied offhandedly, as if she’d given the phrase many times before. A Few muscles in her sides started trembling, displeased with the sudden stop, and she bowed her back in a long stretch. “I’m Dimah.”

((if the spirit reference doesn’t set her off, I can add more))

“In what?” she asked, starting to focus on the other female through the sudden weariness of her body. “Spirits? I believe in connections between things,” she said very simply and naturally. She didn’t look like a wild-eyed lunatic with unkept fur and a trembling voice full of conviction. However, her casual glazing over the subject made it clear she believed it enough not to feel explanation was necessary. Whether it was insanity, superstition, or truth, it came naturally.

Dimah sat – more like letting her hind legs buckle while keeping her head level. “My sister has followed me since her death.” Was the lack of remorse in her voice coming from a gruff, survivalist female, or one that had lost touch with reality? “My brothers have not, but they were younger and we were less attached. As for eating someone… I assume you mean prey.” At the thought of cannibalism, she furrowed her brow in disapproval. “There are spirits for them to, though I suppose they’d be weaker than ours.”

((Sorry for late reply. Also, I'm aware that she did not give any good "proof," but she's not. =P))

Dimah smiled, as if she were starting to find this amusing. “A heaven is allowable, but the spirit couldn’t exist on the same plane it was born?” she asked rhetorically. “You would probably choke if I told you what I’ve seen and believe, but I’ll spare your health.”

Dimah’s left ear rose, surprised that the wolf seemed to actually be listening. Not believing maybe, but at least not insane with rigid thoughts. Borrowed ideas were inflexible, but least this female seemed to craft her own opinions. “I can’t believe that we don’t. If the world were truly to rational and material, so many wouldn’t have come to the beliefs of a greater, higher meaning.” She was too tired for this discussion, honestly, and had other matters to attend to, but it was a tempting conversation.