Far From Home

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mercianne

Walk | Talk | Think

The little white wolf took a step back as the golden colored male rose to his paws, glad that they would be off and in search of a place to spend the night soon now without waiting until all that remained of their afternoon light would be gone. As much as the prospect of spending the night in an unknown land worried her, actually spending it in the close company of another was something new and foreign to her. Even in her pack, she huddled away in her own den clear of the others, liking the privacy and the fact she had a small space to call her own. This was sure to be much different, and she felt excited through the nerves.

Her ears perked as he began to stroll toward her, forgetting not to meet his blue eyes as he spoke and curiously asked about her life. Her pulse quickened a fraction as he neared, still unaccustomed to the closeness that others seemed so much more comfortable with, but he continued to walk, obviously taking the lead now and wishing her to follow. Without a word, Mercianne fell into step beside him and just a little behind, allowing him a clear and defined lead that she would follow while she mulled over how to answer. He wished to know about her. Just that thought alone was enough to surprise her, but she hardly wished to disappoint by taking too long in answering him. But where to begin? The very beginning, or what she knew of it? The time that she could truthfully and honestly remember for herself? Interrupting her thoughts, Scipio further requested more information on the Glaciem, and delighted Merci smiled unabashed, more widely than she had so far. At the rate this was going, she thought she might have another pack mate and friend by morning, if he was at all impressed by what she had to tell him of her pack. She would have to be very careful with what she said.

Allowing her thoughts to return to the topic at hand, the one of herself and her own story, she found a place to begin. "Before I found the Glaciem...I wasn't very much liked," she started, her attention focused on the ground beneath her paws as she spoke so that the reactions of the wolf beside her would not interrupt her thoughts. "My Alpha raised me, but I wasn't strong enough for her. I was weak, like my mother, and only my brother made her happy. She wanted warriors. She only got one." Mercianne paused, considering where to lead next with her tale, and then continued. "She kept me, though. I stayed with them, for quite a while, and somehow I knew they treated me wrong. They were mean and hurtful." Violent, a voice in her mind reminded, the scar that ran across her right side and stomach seeming to pulse with its own heat as it was remembered. But not wanting to share that, she said nothing of it. "I only had one friend, and she helped me get away."

As she dragged her gaze upward, dark brown eyes settling on the decrepit frame of the building that they would spend their night in, she realized that they were nearly at their destination now. Tentatively, she shifted her eyes over to Scipio, almost afraid of what she might find in his expression. Her story had no doubt been unpleasant, and was truthfully more horrid than she had made it sound, but she didn't want to cause someone pain from anything she had said or lived through. "The Glaciem is nothing like that, though," she quickly added, unable to leave their conversation on such a sour note as her old pack. But rather than continue, she waited, giving Scipio a moment to finish taking in her story so that they could locate their sleeping place and she could begin telling him of the bright and snowy place that she now called home.