the tsarina moves through the grotto as the evening waxes into night, using her dark pelage to her advantage as she sticks to the deep shadows. she is annoyed but aware all the same that there are packs seemingly boxing her in, forcing her to re-route herself. though why she bothers to return to these wilds ... she cannot say.
there was this persistent pull and no matter how crudely she's tried to carve it from herself, it remains like rot at the root.
she'd left kremlin behind ( again ), though not alone this time. her and her mentor had taken in a few more strays to form some sort of haphazard motley crew.
she pauses as a twig cracks beneath her paw, cursing lowly beneath her breath — the first word in his native tongue kremlin had taught her. she holds her breath for a moment, hunkering down; listening. and when she believes she has not drawn unwanted attention to herself, keeps moving.
there was this persistent pull and no matter how crudely she's tried to carve it from herself, it remains like rot at the root.
she'd left kremlin behind ( again ), though not alone this time. her and her mentor had taken in a few more strays to form some sort of haphazard motley crew.
she pauses as a twig cracks beneath her paw, cursing lowly beneath her breath — the first word in his native tongue kremlin had taught her. she holds her breath for a moment, hunkering down; listening. and when she believes she has not drawn unwanted attention to herself, keeps moving.
Unlike the unseen shadow who shared this place, Taktuq knew why she had returned. Even as she crested the uneven hills, she imagined Stone Circle rising like a vision beyond the far horizon, and with it, the faces that would meet her.
Would they be angry? Would they be glad? Or would they be unsure what to do with her entirely? Would they recognize her face? Would she recognize theirs?
They will surely be angry, her heart twisted again, and don't they have the right?
A snap broke through her wandering thoughts. Taktuq stilled and lifted her head, paw hovering in her stride. Lark song spotted the trees, but there were more here than she and them, wasn't there?
She turned a watchful gaze to the woods, dusklight catching her eyes.
Would they be angry? Would they be glad? Or would they be unsure what to do with her entirely? Would they recognize her face? Would she recognize theirs?
They will surely be angry, her heart twisted again, and don't they have the right?
A snap broke through her wandering thoughts. Taktuq stilled and lifted her head, paw hovering in her stride. Lark song spotted the trees, but there were more here than she and them, wasn't there?
She turned a watchful gaze to the woods, dusklight catching her eyes.
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