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Nyreen was no stranger to pain, she had come to familiarize herself with the feeling once her militaristic lifestyle had been shoved upon her by her parent's watchful eyes as soon as she had become of age. Once she had underwent a training exercise of sheer isolation to see how well she would fair under pressure but more importantly how she would cope with handling struggles alone. Ultimately she had failed...multiple times. Until her parent's disapproval had stirred up the determination to pass. It was during those countless grueling hours of desolation that she had felt undeniably mental pain, something that her younger self hadn't fully grasped before. Looking back at her adolescence now the huntress knew that she had always felt a sense of loneliness, she had been alone by birth yet as the obedient child she once was she had followed the instruction of 'feelings meant weakness.'

She scoffed at that concept now, her strong moral compass a reminder that she had changed over the course of her lifetime from a mindless follower to a confident leader, Nyreen rejoiced in that fact. Her job had been finished for awhile now so this as what had evoked the muscular female to seek out a new group to join and currently she was at their doorstep, so to speak. A fresh start was ultimately what she needed to shake off the mess of her past, she had quite a few things to sort out and to make right. "Nyreen Kandros, awaiting to join. Her smooth voice clicked out while her golden green eyes scoured the land before her, her posture upright but relaxed.
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She blinked slowly as she eyed the Siberian husky making her way before taking in account Mistdream's polite words, a sign that she took as positive. "Pleasure." Nyreen replied as she returned the SunClanner's nod with her own dip of her cream-gray head. Her painted face shifted as she took another look around her surroundings, her second sweep assuring her that there wasn't anything lethal lurking around. It was a force of habit, a suspicious and cautious habit that was hard to forget. "Would you mind showing me to your camp?"
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