I Remember Your Face

Freedom had belonged to Sera for just over a year now. She had escaped in winter, and now another such season began to settle over the land. Her little camp was chilly, and if it wasn’t for the teachings of a dark wolf this time last year, she wouldn’t have survived this long. The man had taught her how to hunt and skin her prey, and she had been working on those skills these past four seasons. Now, she had a few coats in the hollow of a tree. A dark, barky coloured covering over the entrance made it all that more difficult to spot.

It was early morning, and Seraphina was slowly whittling away at a piece of rib-bone. Attempting to make herself a knife. She knew she would be found, one day. All she could do was prepare herself as best she could.

Despite that knowledge, he had expected to hear the sound of one of her traps springing a little in the distance. She rose sharply to her paws, almost hitting her head on the low clearance of her den. Quivering and alert, she listened a moment longer and heard the sound of a second trap springing - clearly, the first hadn’t done its work.

She picked up the bone, and tested its sharpness. It would have to do. She pushed aside the covering and stepped out into the chilling cold. Shivering, she stalked forward. Was it her ‘father’ the man who had kidnapped her as a baby? Had he finally tracked her down?

She pressed forward, heart hammering in her chest, closing the distance and - wait. “Alastor??” she asked, incredulous. Staring at the familiar form of the very wolf whos skills had kept her alive.


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