It was stupid, it was unfounded, but the panic had set in. They were just sounds on the wind, a feeling in the air, but the fur on the back of her neck had prickled. Belladonna was not one to ignore what the air told her. She couldn't explain it, but something horrid had flown past, a terrible deed or a thought or simply an intention - flown over her, looking for its target, somebody to hurt, and a horrid shiver had run down her spine.
It had been gone as quickly as she had felt it, but the sensation lingered like nausea in her gut. Frightened, she had sprinted back to home, seeking the comfort of the land which kept her safe, the land which only whispered kind things. Perhaps she had strayed too far, touched on a feral wind. The world was a big place, and she was no longer small and naive. Innocent and unsullied, Bella listened. There was wisdom to be found in listening - to the trees, to the other wolves, to the wind. It made her feel stronger.
The world was a big place, and if it was filled with more chills like that, Bella was all the happier to stay at home and never leave. Not until she was bigger, stronger, and wiser. Random terrors didn't scare adults, after all. And maybe one day, she would be able to send pleasing thoughts on the wind to counteract them before they even landed.
<b>"Mother?"</b> she called again, calmer, less frantic. Her heard still beat hard, but she was in control again. She had found sanctuary, and if she could find Athena, the chill would be thawed out completely, for nothing was stronger than the comfort of a mother's presence.</blockquote>