Amidst the Crash of Worlds

Alastor had all but vanished. The dark brute had shone a little light into her life with his charisma and subtle understanding of what she had been through. There had been something dark and fascinating about him, and she found herself missing his company. She had known the brute for two days, and she had bonded with him better than she had any of her pack mates.

Perhaps that was why she spent so much of her time wondering. Exploring the lands around Fireside, hoping to catch some hide or hair of him. Had their friendship meant anything to him? She wasn’t pinning, she was an independent young woman who didn’t need some coal-eyed wolf to feel whole. She was curious, simply curious, where he had gone after leaving her at the borders.

Her wandering paws followed the snaking river, taking her down to the Rio Grande, and close to the scent of other packs. She screwed up her nose, and veered a little more to the North, avoiding the packs a little South of her. It was along this stretch of water that she found the white wolf.

Fastidiously cleaning his coat in the water was an innocent enough act. The scent of blood in the air, and the bobbing shape of a body washed partly to shore was another matter entirely. Sera froze, letting out her breath in a slow, careful motion. If she slowly turned around and left, would she manage it without catching his attention?

"Speech"