A Change in the Wind

Meili was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice the larger, black wolf approaching her. At the sound of his voice she gave a little jump and instantly sprang to her feet, an automatic reaction she had learned from her time living alone. It took her a second to realize he was sitting calmly a short distance from her. She relaxed a little and sat back down as well, but kept a suspicious eye on him all the same. She took in his description of this place as a battlefield and realized that was the reason for the destruction this land showed.

She returned the polite nod he had given her while her teal blue eyes continued to watch him carefully. A year out in the wilderness taught her to never trust anything till it was proven to be safe. It had kept her alive many a times.

"Honestly, Cormalin, I haven't the slightest idea," she responded, her voice naturally gentle and smooth, her tone conversational like his own. "I never really know why I'm anywhere though, so it's not a surprise to me." She rolled her shoulders in a slight shrug. There was a brief pause as she considered the bit of information about his pack. "I've never been in a pack. Well, not that I can remember at least. The only contact I've ever had with a pack... Well, it wasn't pleasant..." The scar on the back of her head ached as she thought back to the day she woke up covered in blood among several dead wolves. As far as she knew that was where her memory began. She shook her head and brought herself back to the present. "I won't bore you with my story, Cormalin." She paused again and then realized she had never introduced herself. "Oh! My name is Meili by the way," she said with an apologetic nod.

Meili wasn't sure what to do now. She had only heard rumors and stories about packs and what they were like from other lone wolves like herself. She had no idea what to expect with Cormalin, but the ache in her bones reminded her that she needed to do something besides run endlessly. Eventually she would have to stop.