Overture Downs No matter where I sleep

Ah yes!! I've wanted a thread with Sorin for some time now :)

Liri might have heard the soft crunch of a paw against snow or smelt him coming but her focus was centered within. Her thoughts had wandered to Kavik as they so often did lately. 

It all just seemed so...so wrong. She belonged beside Kavik. Every instinct screamed she was going the wrong way, that her mate resided in the Creek. Surviving winter alone, not to mention while recovering from whitecough, did not hold many positive outcomes for the young healer. It was quite possible she would perish before spring - if she wasn't taken captive by a sketchy male once her heat was upon her. It wasn't an uncommon occurence in the north. 

That scared her more than anything and Liri tried hard not to think about it. 

Her fearful train of thought was derailed. As if conjured by her thoughts, there he was. 

The three-limbed hunter struggled for a moment, as if she meant to rise to her feet and rush towards him. Yet, as the wind shifted and brought his scent to the healer - Liri realized that the dark male was not quite as tall, different in conformation, scarred where Kavik was whole. 

Liri slumped back to the ground, a tingle of fear rolling down her spine. Unfamiliar males always brought forth that skittish, panicked side of her; perhaps on account of Hadraniel's rape. Liri pushed it down, swallowing her nerves as her ears flattened nervously. She attempted a small smile.

Her tail beat against the ground in welcome - once, twice, too despondent to wag long. 

"I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else," she murmured as her gaze fell to the ground, unable to stare at him any longer. There were differences between the stranger and her husband, Liri knew that now upon closer inspection, but it still pained her to look upon Sorin. 

"I'm Liri," she introduced after a moment, hoping not to frighten him off with her moroseness. "Liri...Liri Blackfoot," she managed, the words sending a lance of pain through her chest.