Finally relieved

CALLISTO

Walk | Talk | Think
 
She was there waiting for him, though she was entirely unaware of the perfect timing. She sat just outside the front of her den, her brow drawn into a deep frown as she peered within through eyes icy like the northern lands she had been "vacationing" in. Everything was wrong. Callisto had expected when she returned to stop at the border, to explain herself to the little Xanilov kid Valeriya why she had been away, and to get right back into her work as a healer, maybe even with a promotion. But the border that she had expected to stop her was stale and left to die, and as she crept within the familiar terrain of the Steppe she saw no familiar faces, could smell familiar scents but only in passing. The pack was no here in place anymore, though their scent was still prevalent in the area. 

And her den was empty. 

Frustrated felt far too simple a term to cover how she felt. Her whole world had gotten turned around all because of one chance encounter with the one wolf she detested most in the world, and now the stability, the familiar, that she had so longed to return to, had counted on returning to, was gone. What had she done to deserve all of this? Was she cursed somehow? It seemed to fit with the type of luck that she had and her awful tendency to arrive at the wrong place at the wrong time. And it seemed that was exactly what had happened here too. 

Irritated, unable to do anything about the pack no longer being here and her stores having gone missing, Callisto moved to turn and begin a fresh search when she spotted another wolf in the vicinity. The sight of him stopped her in her tracks, the aggravation she felt falling away to reveal surprise. "Max." The one wolf who had remained a constant in her life the longest, the one who had encouraged her love of learning and put up with her damnable attitudes to teach her the craft of healing. She should have known she could at least count on him. 

Image by Maka.