bittersweet memories

She needed to talk to her younger son. Enough time had transpired since the siege, and the event afterward. He’d been sparse, lately. A huff of a sigh sent twin plumes of mist into the winter chilled air. Frost lay heavy on the ground, clinging to the bent, dead stalks of plainsland grasses. Snow wouldn’t be far off.

Surreal gave a sigh, lowering her head, eyes flicking down to survey the tracks of various creatures, pausing as she noticed the wolf prints. They carried a scent that was both foreign and familiar. It took her a beat to place the scent to a name, and to a face. Mav, wasn’t it? The thought had barely faded before she was off at a lope. This time over things were different. She had no underyearling children hidden away, needing protection from unknown wolves. Her mate was back, though blind. And the threat of Arcanum was gone.

She came within sight of the male, slowing as she circled around to approach from the front of him. It was the same scarred wolf, alright. Her mismatched blue and gold eyes swept over his frame as she stopped, ears and tail raised, head lifted to better observe him. “Good day. It’s been a while.” Her uniquely accented voice was calm, conversational, even slightly friendly. She had no reason to drive him off - yet.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think