Totoka River Old faces

Steady had closed his eyes momentarily as the wind rushed over him. Any other time, he might have thought it soothing, as if it could heal the wounds of his broken soul. But, no. Nothing could heal him. The rain could wash his pain away, the wind could not carry it away, the once-rich valleys could not absorb it into their soils. But, maybe... Maybe time could mend it to something he once was. Maybe time could give him back the purpose he once had. 

He opened his eyes, and caught a glimpse of moments, his head jerking in the direction of the wolf. It was not someone he had really ever expected to see before. His head tilted, his ears perked, wondering silently why she didn't come closer. His actions before her the last time they had met was less than what Steady had wanted to show, but he hoped that hadn't put her off. 

His lack of confidence that she wanted to see him didn't stop him from standing and walking towards her, a slow, lumbering pace that gave her plenty of time to leave if she wished. He stopped several yards from her, a soft smile pulling at his lips. Hello, Desna, he greeted, ignorant of her name change. He remembered she had been strong in the face of her mother's death, had dealt with it much better than he had. She understood better than he that Scarlett had needed death to release her from her pain.