Time to go

Aryn expended every ounce of her energy in sprinting from the battlefield back to the home she'd been trapped within for the past two years. A more cunning wolf might have taken the opportunity to flee elsewhere, to run to the ends of the earth to avoid the change of paws that promised 'something fun' for the wolves forced to remain under Medusa's new leadership, but Aryn had someone to love and to cherish and without Veigar she would do no more running.

"Veigar!" The Valentine woman shouted as she neared his den, alarm clear in her tone. "Veigar!?" Her dik-dik took off in the other direction, galloping on tiny hooves to search elsewhere for the boy she called son in case he was wandering. "Veigar, we need to leave!" Panic infused her every word, her limbs shaking from adrenaline and exhaustion. Where was he? And would he even go with her if she asked? Leaving him was not an option, and while Aryn had been training for the day she would fight for the right to leave and take him with her, that had been versus Recluse not the odd maniac that was Medusa.