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She awoke with a start. The superior’s sides were heaving, her eyes wide as she lifted her head from her paws. Her heart was beating fast. Roon sometimes had the unfortunate luck of reliving the moons she had spent in Prinal Instinct as a prisoner. Her body was shivering, and eyes glazed over as she stared at the tunnel walls.
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Viviana didn't often make her way into the living quarters of the other guiders. She preferred her own solitary space; the claustrophobia of the addition of bodies in the tight dens was exhausting for her. Yet, something had told her that she needed to make her way into the guider's den in this particular moment. Seeing her superior, she was rather glad that her senses had prompted this.
"Roon," she called, her voice loud enough to call to the attention the Superior without waking the entire group of slumbering guiders. "Come with me, please."
The sudden voice made her jolt, claws digging into the earth as her gaze jerked around. Her heart was still hammering, and it took her several moments before she could bring herself to move. Finally, she did, and found herself slow going, and absent minded.
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"Faster, please," the Chaman chided, although her words were not meant meanly. She understood the signs of an onset panic attack. Whatever Roon had dreamt about, it had promoted in her signs of one. "You will be fine once we are away from the others and you can get air."
Air? Roon swallowed as she followed vivianna in the darkness of the tunnels. She tried to quicken her pace, listening as best she could in her current state. Though, she could feel the sting of the claws in her dream. Despite being perfectly healthy and unharmed at that very moment.
