Toil and Trouble

Mithras quivered, his gargantuan form showing the tension within at every edge. Maybe... Maybe he had just imagined it? But to misidentify another's scent as Caia's seemed impossible! There was no way he would forget her scent, but maybe there was something to be said for wishful thinking. He flexed his toes and ground his claws against the stony soil below. He would not give up on her, not until this quest took his life away from him, but why did it have to be so hard... As he had done so many times before Mithras tilted his head back and sang out for his sister. He had covered so much ground in this accursed realm, had tracked down every lead. How hard could it possibly be to find a wolf her size who looked the way Caia did! And vice versa! From what he'd seen, even they stood apart in this diverse land. Bogovite se surovi, he thought to himself, sitting down with a huff.

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