Stone Circle angel by the wings

his words were soft, his message clear. not now. thus the cache went a little fuller, and they went on. the boy turned to walk away, yet he looked back, asking a silent question in the voiceless communication she now found herself favouring. a shake of her head was the answer, for she did not want to be in the company of the boy much longer, she would much rather be alone. beside, she planned to spend the rest of the day pushing herself, hunting until she dropped and no longer dwelled on the horrors of days past. 

her gaze fastened onto his for a moment, and there was, perhaps, gratitude written there. and then she was gone, turning and moving away to the boy.