Horizon Ridge Black honey

the two of them moved together, though the little sunflower followed more than moved alongside of her; deirdre did not begrudge her this, or try to match pace to force the other to her side, but instead kept at the leisurely walk she had begun in the first place. deirdre was exhausted, herself; hunger plagued her as the locusts plagued the land, but it had not left her so bare as the world had been after the first few weeks of it.

into the open stretch they went, and far ahead was a wolf trotting toward the direction that deirdre herself had come. he was brown himself, tawny, even, though from this distance did not look large. she glanced to larkspur for a look of recognition toward the creature ahead, wondering if this might be the man she sought. impossible for deirdre to know for sure, for even as she inhaled a draught of fresh air, the only thing she took in was the scent of the sea and the sand surrounding them.