With the passing of the day, the female wolfskin would find herself attempting to rest within her personal quarters. Her father had not payed a visit like he had promised, though it could be inferred that it was to halt of his daughter from clinging to him for the time being. Sighing, she would hold up a brick-tinted stone that was equal to the size of a lone apple. A beaststone, an important tool for her kind and just so happened to belong to her wonderful father.
Little did she know, as it was held, a soft magical glow would fade out.
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