Novella could not know that Myth’s condition was more stress and self-inflicted than purely the orange woman’s doing. Those that had remained with the pack lands were doing much better than she was, though the lands were eerily silent as they silently agreed to avoid contact with the woman who no doubt prowled the lands watching them all. The normally energetic woman kept her head down, lifting it only a few times. Once to fix Legend with a pitiful stare, her brother seemed to have a grasp of what was happening and as she once more lowered her gaze the thoughts began to pour in.
Wolves shifted around her, waiting. And already her mind was jumping to conclusions. Her parents weren’t here… Her parents weren’t here! Dread filled her up even before her sister began to speak. For a moment the fragil woman sat there, numb as Novella words poured over her, soaking in.
Then a wail broke the silence, her legs seemed to collapse beneath her and she crumbled into a pathetic sobbing bundle. The whining grew louder with each breath, no words just sounds of grief. No, no no! Repeated over and over in her head. It was all so unfair. She had wanted to be there! She head wanted too look out for them but then the world had crashed down around her! Everything was wrong! Her parents had died and where had she been during their last few months of life? Hiding like a pup, too scared of a monster no one seemed able to banish! She should have been there!
