<blockquote><i><font style='margin-left:20px;'>Hocus had never been a wolf at ease with the world, but his permanent cynicism had been something Trisden simply expected of him; he was not her brother unless he was worried or being pessimistic about something. In a way, it had always suited her very well, she who usually acted first and thought second or, other times, completely over-analysed things and did nothing. Rarely had she ever acted in-between, and both extremes had ruined her life; she had provoked the snake, and Theo's death had haunted her ever since, building a great wall around her core that had prevented any and all real interaction with the dark world around her.
</font><font style='margin-left:20px;'>Trisden was a child of extreme reactions. Hocus had always toed the line with the utmost scepticism, believing nothing and questioning everything. He kept her in line when nobody else could. That's why she had begged him to leave with her - not that it had taken much convincing; his wanderlust had been insatiable. She trusted him to look after her, even without having to ask, for she could never ask such a thing.
</font><font style='margin-left:20px;'>And he followed her without question. She was pleased for his compliance. She just hadn't been aware of his escalating bitterness.</font></i>
The mountains were finally behind her. That was an experience she didn't want to repeat in a hurry. It was so relieving to have a real expanse of grass beneath her paws, and not just the coarse wisps that grew at higher altitudes. Grass and flowers and trees - this was her environment, not the rocks and stones and sheer drops. She wasn't some crazy thrill-seeker. (Not that she didn't often find excitement, but that wasn't her fault... the devil's stain was simply impossible to wash away.)
In the near distance, the smear of red sang out like a beacon; her target. She could reach that point and then rest again. There were ruby flowers beneath her feet here, but the blanketing was thin and sparse. She wanted to walk where they were thickest. The land was familiar, vaguely comforting, but the promise of forests just on the horizon was where she really wanted to be. It was also the place the terrified her the most, but that was the whole point.
With a satisfied sigh, the young wolf hopped up onto a grassy knoll and lowered her haunches elegantly, head in the air and ears pricked. She made quite the regal silhouette, sat on that small mound, head high and a private smile full of confidence. Cedarwood wasn't far. Give her another day or two, and she'd be home, and everything she had ever feared would be right there, waiting for her.
She could do this. She could <i>totally</i> do this.</blockquote>