Singing Of Times Gone By

*Surreal* · 08-29-2014, 12:17 PM

She sat at the edge of the willows, one ear turned back to listen to the quiet murmurs and louder yaps of her family. She had second cousins! Castiel was back. Her family was beginning to come back together. A soft sigh heaved from her nostrils. Then why was she so lonely? Of course, she knew the answer. Falk. She hadn?t seen him since before the challenge. Just minutes before it. He hadn?t been there when she?d gotten there. And then she?d been too consumed with worry for her mother to think beyond getting her to safety.

Mismatched blue and gold eyes gazed across the small river that flowed out toward the sea. Was he alright? Did he miss her, as much as she missed him? Her family was safely together. With Alsander there, and Deviant, they were safe enough. She could easily leave to seek Falk, and apologize for her disappearance. And yet? The fear that he might have moved on and found new happiness with another female rooted her to the spot. There was the matter of her heat, as well. She was afraid that, if she did seek him out, he might think she was only seeking him because of her cycle.

Her gaze dropped to the clear water flowing by just a short few paces ahead of her paws. She needed him. Wanted little more than to see him again and feel his embrace. She wanted him by her side when it came time to retake Valhalla?s rightful home. But she was afraid. It wasn?t shameful to be afraid. She had known that from the start. Fear was the natural means of keeping oneself alive. She might shove past the fear to fight a battle for her pack to keep her home safe, but deep down, even in all the adrenaline, there was still fear.

This fear was different.

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Singing Of Times Gone By

Surreal