It had been six moon cycles since she had stood among these blackberries. She remembered the first time she had come across this area and the wolf that had stolen her heart away. There really was no excuse at this point, but the vague flashes of remembered dream still haunted her. It had been after her injury, with an infection settling in, that her father had come to her in her dreams. He did not yell at her, nor did he try to hurt her physically; instead, he simply told her that Ruiko did not truly love her and Kinis didn't need her friendship. The venom in his words hurt that any physical blow could, and after waking, she left.
The memory of Ruiko's breathing, the <span class='word'>stertor</span> in the dark, was the last sound she remembered of their shared den. The warmth of his fur against hers, the gentle rise and fall of Kinis's ribs as he slept; every little detail haunted her still, and had nearly driven her mad.
Standing once more in the presence of those heady blackberries, half-frozen now that winter was upon them, Ranger wondered how she had ever believed a fevered dream could speak the truth. She had traveled as fast and far as she could, away from Ruiko and her former family in the Aquila Clan. But by midsummer, she already missed her almost-husband and the boy she would have called brother. As much as she missed them, however, it had taken her much longer to return. She had not been taking care of herself and she had grown gaunt. Nearly skin and bones, Ranger required much more rest time on the return journey than she had leaving. Her mind was clear, however, and no trace of poisonous infection remained. She was healed, finally, and although thin, she was relatively healthy.
The pain and anguish that had settled in her chest since her departure did not allow her to seek out the Tainn men she had grown so fond of; instead, she returned to the fields where she had first met Ruiko, and sat on her thin haunches and wondered where things had gone wrong. She had not only left him once, when she was sick and nearly died, but twice; how could he ever forgive her?
Sighing and closing her eyes, Ranger simply breathed in the cool crisp air and prayed for some guidance, though she knew it would not come in the form of a body-less voice. She would have to make her own destiny, but not yet. Not yet.