Knives & Pens

She turned and found the white wolf approaching her. It was unusual for him to come seeking her, if anything he had avoided her since the battlefield. The truth was, she missed the steady presence of this warrior. She had enjoyed talking to him, especially about his niece and nephew. She missed the times they had sat side by side and spoken of them, of other matters, of nothing. He had been a great companion, and a fearsome warrior. She still didn’t know what the right thing to do was, let him claim others in her name, or stop him. She wished they could have paused the world and spoken before she had to make a choice, it might have made a world of difference.

As he got closer to her, she would offer him a cautious smile, uncertain why he decided to seek her out today. Was this it? The moment he decided to move on and make his pack? She lost that train of thought when she caught an errant scent on his coat, and recognised it immediately.
"You found her?" She breathed a sigh of relief. "I howled out the message to the pack when I realised she was missing, not for them to bring her back, but to ensure she was ok" she explained. Not to bring her back? Yeah, he was going to wonder at that one. She let out a soft sigh as she looked at him. “How was she, when you found her? Is she okay?” she asked him, worry and failure in her voice. He likely didn’t know anything of the events that had happened that led to her departure. The poor timid thing that she was, she wondered if he had even managed to coax her from her hiding space.