He had managed to find his way back over the mountain, yet another storm delaying his ventures after his irritating encounter with the hostile female who had lunged like a devil for no reason. A poultice of prairie crocus and some scrub pine for the pain and he had been back to moving, the wound near his ribcage almost healed from time and careful attention. Cyrrith continued on his mission; he needed to find her. It had been so long, almost a year since he had last caught sight of her… watching as she fled from the men who sought to kill her.
He hoped she was safe, that he would find her soon. Even now when he closed his eyes her entrancing figure lingered in his dreams. She had captivated him from the moment they met, and that was seldom going to change soon. Tawny ears perked, his trek along the riverbank that was mostly frozen thanks to the frigid temperatures of midwinter brought hope. An alluring scent on the wind that was so familiar, and spoke of home. Could it be? It did not take him long to start following it, desperate to track it to it’s source.
This had not been the first time that he caught her trail, but hopefully this time would end different. In other occasions, it had faded away without a thought for his wishes. It had disappeared before he caught sight of the ebony fur and icy blue eyes that carried him on his way and promised him glory in her name. Vese.