She had been rocked to her core. Her father was gone, his trail lost in an avalanche, her mother was supposedly alive, back with her birth pack, and her brother was somewhere, soothing his itching paws, but that did little to offer her peace now with the world falling down around her ears.
Maera leaving was one thing, but the trail of blood and Kerberos’s own blood stained coat had been another revelation. She knew he had been under a lot of pressure but she never thought that he could be so outwardly violent to someone he had loved, someone he had called his mate. If she went through on her feelings, would they end up the same? Was it something she was willing to risk?
So she had been avoiding him, keeping herself busy, pausing for casual interactions but moving on as soon as an opportunity presented itself. Thankfully with the snow slowly receding there was plenty of housekeeping to be done and more often than not she had found herself seeking out Draven’s company and asking him about different plants and their uses. Her mother had tried to teach her some but she wouldn’t trust the information given how addled her brain had been before she disappeared.
She was crouching down when she spotted the flash of yellow peeking out from under the edge of a fallen, rotting tree. Her voice felt brighter than it had for weeks despite the itching under her skin. ”Oh Draven, come look! It’s the first one I’ve seen all spring!” A singular flash of brightness against the snow, a small and unassuming little dandelion.