we are not things
Uncertainty had led her to drift.
Well, in all reality, Morganna’s offer had led to curiosity, and it was curiosity that had driven the young woman further south. That wandering had brought her to the Sacred Grove where she’d met Skoll, and it was the dark prince that had led her to consider joining Willow Ridge in earnest. She had hovered around the borders of the willow trees before the nerves sunk in. It felt like eons since she’d worked with other wolves on a day-to-day basis, and that panic never settled.
It was that fear that drove her back northward, though she had no idea what she sought. There was no wolf she sought out in particular. Nios had been nice, though not terribly sociable. Craw was poor company at best, though not openly hostile. While she’d enjoyed the companionship that Morganna and Skoll had both offered, she wasn’t certain she wanted to explain herself to either of the powerful wolves. So instead she slithered north with no goal in mind, seeking only the company of herself.
Unfortunately, it seemed she’d not get her wish. There was a red wolf about. Large, almost as large as her, and he was met with a great deal of caution as she barked. “Hello,” she greeted the stranger, announcing that she knew well he was here. “Who’re you?”
Why are you here?