<i>Dusk - Cool Winds</i>
Gone Tomorrow
The moon was just beginning to make its appearance in the night sky, absorbing the rays of the freshly disappeared sun over the horizon. Coming down from the steep heights that barred her home from the unknown on the other side of Serpent's Pass, Corinna's green eyes had been blinded by the setting sun. But now that she had returned to the forest floor, the leafy giants obscured her view, plunging her into a state of semi-darkness. But no external lights could brighten her heart, which had grown darker with every step of descent.
Corinna Donata hated heights. She had not traveled into the mountains until Indru had tricked her into climbing Riddle Heights with him, the same night that he had asked her to step up to leadership of Swift River and become his mate. Her legs shook, and her eyes darted back and forth anxiously with every step she took. It had taken a damn good reason for her to climb the mountains even a little bit, but her fear of heights and falling to her death had been overpowered by an even greater fear. Once again she had climbed the heights in order to follow Indru, but this time it was not a walk with a pack mate. Indru, the love of her life, had once more disappeared, leaving his pack and his family. And while she would have searched for Indru after his disappearance, Corinna was far more concerned about the other wolf who had gone absent. Her youngest son, Torrel.
Their trails had left Swift River territory, and Corinna, after becoming increasingly agitated over their prolonged absence, had set off to find them, leaving her daughters in the care of the pack. Leaving the comforts of home behind her, she began her winding trek, following the scents of Indru and her son for as long as they allowed her to. There had been no hesitation in climbing the mountains, not when her son was at stake. It was only after a few days searching that Corinna had no choice but to concede defeat. There was no evidence that Indru and Torrel had perished, but their scent had faded in a late summer rain. She lost the trail, and looking into the broad expanse of land ahead of her, she had been terrified, lost, confused, and angry. Her howls of anguish rattled the skies, damning Indru for his betrayal while at the same time beginning for his return of their son. Indru had disappeared before, but he had never been arrogant enough to take what absolutely belonged to Corinna - their family.
The sorrow and despair had taken over quickly after that, as the last bits of hope disappeared into nothingness. She could almost feel the ice cementing around her heart as she began to head home, angry and irrational. It had been fortunate that no others had crossed Corinna's path - a mother's rage was nothing to be trifled with, and she was nowhere near stable enough. Anybody who got in her path was a target, and there had been more than one rabbit who had experienced the chase of his life fleeing from the vengeful demon. It was anger, it was rage, and it was a sense of failure and guilt. She had failed her son by allowing his father to get too close, knowing that Indru was a free spirit that could never have been tied down by anything. How many times had he abandoned her in her time of need? How many times had she allowed him to sit beside her, directing the wolves of the River who had come to be her kin? She felt stupid and used and betrayed. That it had resulted in the loss of her son...that was unbearable.
Crossing the river was not a celebration, and landing upon Swift River lands, she merely stood on the banks. Cori didn't bother to shake the cold water from her fur - what icy water was a match of the internal anguish that was tormenting her? Exhaustion had taken hold at some point, she couldn't remember when, and she had fallen to her stomach. Her stress and refusal to let up on the search had deprived her of all sleep, and even after only a few days, her face looked ragged and her fur unhealthy. But her call to the wolves of the River, that was strong. Parting her lips, the leader let out a shrill howl, a desperate cry for help. No words were needed, the anguish of her soul clearly framed in the dissonant notes of her howl. She did not care who came, but she needed somebody. Indru had left a void, but it was for her son that she mourned. It was for him that the pack would mourn, and it was for him that Corinna would desperately wait to come home.