My Eyes

Naudir focused on each word her mother said, trying to burn them into her memory. This land used to belong Argead? “Argead…. that is an interesting name. It is not a norse name. What happened to them?” Katja started to explain that there was no signs of illness or battle. Naudir marveled at her mothers mind as the older woman worked through various scenarios, ruling them out as she sleuthed out what had happened to this pack known as Argead. “Was this pack an ally of ours? Perhaps they found a richer land?” That would be surprising though, this land seemed pretty plentiful to her.

The girl scampered around the willow roots, slipping once before catching her balance. She was listening, she really was but her energy dictated that she move as she listened. She knew of rabbits, squirrels and elk. “What are moose, again? Is that a type of a muskrat? “

Her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what her mother was asking her. Oh! Katja wanted her to find water! She frowned, uncertain where to start. She started heading south, ears alert and listening for the sound of the water but she wasn’t picking up anything distinctive. She paused and sat down, her eyes closing as she tried to catch the scent of the water but doubt filled her senses instead. She felt her stomach tighten. She wanted to make Katja proud but she wasn’t sure if she was doing this right. Just as the anxiety started to raise she caught the croaking of frogs and scrambled to her feet and started to follow the sound.


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