If she had really pushed herself, Kyna probably could have made it to the borders of Oak Tree Bend much more quickly than she did. It had been the entire purpose of her journey away from her home and her Greer – that she’d stopped to visit Sahalie and Quaking Vale first was simply a delay tactic. The point was to steel her nerves…and find a suitable gift, of course. She might not have parted ways on particularly good terms, but the Archer still had some manners about her.
The marmot tasted like ash in her mouth as she set it down. Its lifeless eyes stared back at her, and the young woman sighed. She had to do this. It would only eat away at her. Greer’s parents had died recently – she’d already lost her father. Did she really want similar news, knowing the last time she’d screamed and raved at Aponi like some sort of lunatic?
She was not certain if she could forgive the woman, not yet – but they were close, and Kyna knew better than to ignore it. It was now or never. She needed to get home as quickly as possible, dig herself a den, and-- One step at a time. Kyna lifted her strawberry muzzle and called for the pack’s alphas; she was here to see her mother, but she had to apologize to Serach, too.