where it all began

Eyrun explained that she was not dead, and Aryn nodded and accepted the information as she accepted anything else Eyrun had told her in their brief time together. It was then that the ghost mentioned her son and how Aryn was supposed to protect him, to keep him safe. She frowned and sighed, burying her leaking muzzle in her paws. "I ran away from him, he must hate me now." She lamented. "I just didn't want to get sick, you have to forgive me. Everyone is so sick, I had to leave there." Habari had already sent wolves after her, how long would it be before Recluse dragged her home and locked her in a cage somewhere as a slave? What would Veigar think then? "I don't want to go back." She finished, meek and soft.