It was a lot easier to wander far without that heavily-define pack border to encourage you to stay back, a clear sign which said
you should go no further. Bennet had rarely left the confines and safety of Hearthwood due to it, though not really because she had been intimidated into staying, or overly obedient. Looking back, she couldn't explain it herself. It was just that the act of exploring, of pushing boundaries, wasn't one of her core drivers. She had been able to satisfy all her needs well within the pack's territory, her desires of watching the birds overhead and listening to her mother and father's stories - not that she had known what he was at the time. In fact, the only times she had ever left Hearthwood had mostly been in pursuit of @
Kjors. Her world had been simpler back then.
Without the implicit fence to keep her in, though, her feet took her further than ever before just because there was nothing to stop her, to remind her to turn back. That was largely down to the rumbles in her stomach which prompted her to return to her parents for feeding, still unable to sustain herself, as well as when something happened to remind her of her mother, and the words of warnings and love would come flooding back and she'd turn around and head back to the Veil so that @
Karina wouldn't worry. Her mother had enough worries without adding Bennet's whereabouts to them.
The lack of any reminder to turn around had led the little black dragon to this strange place, where she had see from afar how a great tear ripped the earth in two halves, the world plunging down into a place she couldn't see, even when descending from the mountain. Onwards she had trotted, around the eastern side of the springs, of the pack they had encountered last time, recalling parts of the land from the journey herself and her mother had made when coming down this way - and taking care to avoid any of the wolves who had found them last time. Bennet had no interest in keeping company, she just wanted to walk. Before long the sides of the fjord rose up either side of her, the river to her right, and she gazed up at the sloping walls of grass and snow and tree in quiet awe and admiration.
And then movement caught her eye, so out of place in this silent, still land, and she paused.
A wolf in the distance, leaping about among the rocks. A small wolf, she realised - small like herself. It was difficult to determine the colour, exactly, but they was some kind of dark shade, like Bennet herself... nothing like @
Atropos or @
Kyrios, whose whiteness had always stood in as stark a contrast to Bennet as their attitudes had been. The sad cries of her siblings sprung into her mind unbidden, and she frowned, ears flicking back in discomfort, and pushed it down. But while their whining quietened, a small tightness had manifested in her chest, the thought that Ky and Atty used to play like that, and that was what encouraged her forward.
The other small wolf
was black and brown, nearly like her, but with no pale marks on her back, and the sunlight seemed to reflect almost red off her pelt. Bennet never saw any colours like that in her own. She opened her mouth but nothing came out so she closed it again - but finding her own hesitation pitiful and pointless, took a few more bold steps forward until the other girl couldn't miss her.
"What are you doing?"