ALL THE PRETTY THINGS

It had seemed like a long time since Vi had left the pack, that an age had passed well he had cared for her pack in her absence. He had been forced to make decisions for the pack without her, and had long since put aside his worry of her judgment. The pack needed space, a new land had to be acquired, and so Fern Gully was now a part of Covari. A delegation had made their way to Covari, and he had promised them friendship for as long as he was alpha ? he could and would not presume to speak for Vi.



So when her howl touched the sky and the familiarity of it all washed over him he was momentarily lost in its sound. He could almost taste her in that voice, could almost see her red shape in his vision and his resolution wavered. He could barely believe he was contemplating leaving her ? but surely she had little sue for him now. She had power over other packs, after giving them all the cure, she had Des to be her second, and? and he could do more for her this way.



The boy took a breath and made his way towards her, when at last he caught sight of her she was a mess. There was the slight scent of blood and herbs about her, fresh cuts across her face and as he came closer he could see also the deep lines against her back. He forgot himself as he stepped so close he was almost touching her, his face creased in worry. ?Vi, are you alright?? he asked, as he very gently bumped his nose against the bound and herbal scented cuts across her back.


"Speech"