She only knew three wolves in the Armada. Admittedly, she had sought them with her eyes as she hunkered down where Crux had stashed her. She was pretty sure she had seen a flash of small black fur that could have been Spider. She saw a couple of other kids with a winged wolf (winged??) as well, she thought she saw Warden among them. But she wasn’t sure. But she knew with certainty that Crux was okay, even if she had put him in a bit of a bind. She would do it again, she felt something, a connection to him. She didn’t want to lose it, to lose him. But she was worried about how her Mother and Medusa would react to all this. She didn’t want to add more stress to their plates.
Crux called his father over, and she sat a little straighter. Her eyes flicked from him to Crux as the older, taller wolf spoke. She felt tiny in front of him, and leaned eagerly into Crux’s support. She waited while Crux explained the situation, and when he spoke of complications, she opened her mouth “. …. ….” She explained.
