@Anastasia Stone, cursed stone everywhere, they had entered a trail that had seem the least steep and had never found the end of it. So far the journey had been about a day, but the farther they travel the higher the bluffs reached on either side of them and showed no sign of releasing them. Reaper could feel his tail swish in irritation as he stared around them, it was his turn on watch and he hoped the beautiful travel partner was sleeping soundly, soon it would be her turn. They had found a crevice in the rock large enough for one of them at a time to slip into, and that was where Anastasia had been lying since night fall. They had planned to switch when the moon reached the highest point and if the male was correct that would be in about an hour, though it was hard to tell with most of the sky blocked by rocks. They had unknowingly wandered into the gorge and could only hope that it wouldn't end in a dead end and leave them to turn and go back. He paced the threshold before the crevice, trying to ignore the grumblings of a hungry stomach, oh how he cursed this gorge. On either side rose bluffs of the mountain that towered over them, but the path available to walk was thin, as treacherous rapids absorbed most of the gorge's area. The water rolled over itself, foaming and spitting angrily at the banks before speeding on down past the pair. The wolves had been timid to drink from it, the banks crumbling and unstable, any who fell into the river would not released from the waters grasp in time to survive. They had seen one pool today where the current had been soft enough for them to drink and the male felt the dryness in his throat, his body craved food and water, neither of which he would be able to provide for himself while trapped in this stone hell hole. |
Their journey together had been incredulously long but it was well worth it. In this time she was able to further get to know Reaper more so than a single meeting, traveling with someone was a sure-fire way to find out who they are. Though he was peculiarly quiet sometimes, it was a comfortable silence that Anastasia was alright with. From her old pack, most men were very quiet, calculating and otherwise spoke by actions (as was quite obvious from the history that she knew of) so Reaper was no different except he made no movement towards her as the males back home would have. That was why she put so much respect into his organization, because she saw a good in him—he saw a soul willing to reach out and help out, to help her.
Anastasia would always make friends with those who cared deeply for others and so long as he would also look after the well-being of Lachesis, she would continue to look up to him. Through her eyes he was something of a hero because he saved. Even while they walked side by side, finally away from the suns grasp and into the shade, she felt that if it came down to only one of them being able to receive shade he would give it to her. Ana saw him as a chivalrous man, one that was very rare in her life but she was gradually finding more.
Although the two of them were yet on any portion of sward, she knew that there journey was that much closer to an end. Soon she would be with Lachesis and the two of them could be happy, well-fed in a pack that would look after them as a family. Reaper seemed to promise this. In the silence that prolonged between them he broke it, looked to her and speaking of a life she had never seen for herself. Ana had never thought she, as a woman, would be gifted with such an idea so it somewhat shocked her to hear that Reaper might consider it for her. “That sounds lovely. If the occasion called for me I would be honored,” but she would not push for it nor beg. If it was asked of her, she would do whatever Reaper decided was best for the pack.