Swiftcurrent Creek the knot

"You'd never believe me," she said with a half-smile. Perhaps it was in her best interest to at least pretend that she was sane--she had gotten the juvenile to take a seat, at last!--but the little red wolf preferred to be unashamed of who she was. "I feel a presence. I can't see it, and yet somehow--," she spoke carefully, not necessarily out of caution but out of a desire to be fully understood, "it controls me. When I follow where it tells me to go, it is as if this very presence has written everything that I see, hear and touch. It also encourages me to interact with other wolves and knows how I will like this and that wolf." This presence was the same one who had drawn her to the Teekon Wilds in the first place, and it was this presence that kept her invested in her life here. However, there were tugs on her heart to other lands, not yet written or even imagined. Stories that all depended on the presence staying with her and not leaving for other characters. The little red wolf's face dimpled with a frown.