Stone Circle angel by the wings

a month had passed since her meeting with the dark wraith. she had run with Rannoch's wolves, for a time, healing and growing stronger. and as soon as she could, she had journeyed home; where dark news had awaited her. how had she strayed so far from the happy, carefree pup who had just wanted to adventure, to mute, scarred, and faced with the death of her father. 

she should seek out Nikai. she knew very well he ought to be feeling the same hurt as her, and yet she could not. she moved along the borders, drawing in the scents of her father. breath burst from her lungs in frantic tempo, as her steps faltered and she gasped to relieve the squeezing around her lungs, the weight in her chest and the sorrow that consumed her. she couldn't even remember the last time she had seen her father. what had she said to him? she could not remember, and this somehow filled her with more trembling sorrow. 

she had not seen his body. not now, not ever did she want to see her protector succumbed to death. she moved along his fading scents, fading quickly already. half of her wanted to plunge into the territory and seek out her family. the other half wanted to run, run out into the wilds from hurt and hate and a horrible sorrow. and so she paced the line between the two, breath moving quickly enough to score her throat, until she tasted metal.