Wolf RPG

The hounds of the wind chased tirelessly at her heels, ther teeth combing insistently through her fur. It'd seemed playful, at first, when her journey had begun, but now she wasn't so sure. Her flight turned to trotting, trotting to walking, and walking to standing in short order - and the hounds of the wind still danced around her, howling their maddening songs.

Shink - the jaw bone - grew heavy in her mouth, and she let him dropp gently to the ground. "Please!" she called to the hounds, fear growing in her heart. "Please, don't tell them. I'm trying to do the right thing!"

Here again at the place where she'd first met her Leviathan, it was hard to remember what she'd come here for. Something to do with Shink, but also with Szymon. With saying goodbye. With exorcising demons. Yes, this was something she'd hoped none would bear witness to - a secret safe between herself and the bone. But the hounds of the wind paced endlessly around her, hissing and cackling as she crouched down to gingerly grasp Shink - the bone - once more.

"Please, please they can't know," she whispered through her teeth, tears stinging her eyes as the hounds breathed their cool, salty breaths into her face. She picked her way through the brambles - grown over once more in her absence - searching for the place she'd almost made into a home. Where she'd planned to stay, before Skellige found her and gave her a real home. Before she met Szymon at the water's edge. "Please don't tell them... Please, please just go away..."

But the hounds did not heed her. They paced doggedly after her every step, sometimes coming around to harass her, force her onto a different path. Turning, dodging, circling back - confusion reigned supreme, but eventually, she found the place she was looking for.

Her scent still laid faintly upon the narrow opening in the earth. It seemed that no one else had been here in her absence. Her den had remained secret all this time.

Moving forward, she left the hounds to rumble and whine at the mouth of the den. Inside, it was quiet and dark. There was still a shallow divot in the earth where she'd once buried Shi- the bone! - under rabbit droppings and mulch to keep him - it - safe. This time, she buried it to hide her shame. For each time she'd entered her den at Stavanger and seen the milkwhite artifact lying there, the dark spirits attacked with a terrible fury, accusing her of many illicit deeds.

Lying the bone down, she dug the hole deeper. She hoped that burying the bone would also lay her accusers to rest. That with it out of sight, her worries would be out of mind. And, maybe, Szymon would never even have to know.

Turning away, she fled the den and the plateau, leaving her old friend just barely poking out of the dirt.

I will never come back here, she promised. Never, never, never.