A dark path laid with thorns

Her memories had come back in dribs and drabs as she spent some time wandering the halls of the castle. She was glad it had been Artorias that found her and not one of those monstrous cats that had appeared just before she left, but it also didn’t make the castle her home. Sure she loved the wolves that lived there, but she didn’t feel like she fit. They were all so accomplished, so certain about the path they wanted to take and she? Well, she wasn’t exactly sure, but she didn’t want to burden the wolves that lived here with her uncertainties either.

Even with the fat moon high in the sky, she couldn’t sleep, so she had wandered out to the garden with its soothing scents of mint and thyme, lavender and rosemary, and the underlying scent of another sibling that had chosen not to stay in the castle. It was only as she drew closer that she heard the shuffling of running paws, the low grumbles and rapid breathing. Mismatched eyes peered through the dark to find her brother seemingly in the depths of a nightmare. She should know, she was plagued by them too. She trod carefully, settling herself against Grimshaw’s back, at least if he came up swinging she would be harder to reach behind him. Then she carefully leaned across to nudge his cheek just below his ear. "Shh, it’s just a dream…" she murmured in her most reassuring voice. "You can wake up, it’s just a dream."

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