Stone Circle she's got her eyes fixed on the floor

please let @Alsek post first, then it's aw

her normal gait had dissolved into little above a stagger and she could almost sob her stark relief as the embracing scents of easthollow prowled and danced through the air to snag and reinforce the fading scent adorning her ruffled fur. she could quite confidently declare that she had never suffered exhaustion as potent as this, it having reached the horrid point of progressing past the depths of her bones and into her very mind so that she felt as if she were sluggishly deteriorating. could one die from being tired? it would appear that she was quite close to offering herself as a subject to test the theory. 

she swore she could hear the protestant whine of confused paws as they were denied the leisure of simply strolling into the verdant glimmer of taunting peace and rather brought to a hasty still on the edge of the border. "we're here" she announces, attempting to lilt her voice with enough mirth to assure that this was in fact a convivial event despite the sickening writhe to her tight stomach. glistening gaze falls upon the blackbird, the proximity to hearing the declaration of their fate quite suddenly enough to spike her misgivings into shrieking terror. what if they were turned away? what if valette, as affable as she was, found contempt towards the girl that had disappeared from her borders after only just returning without a mere word and then had the audacity to delcare she harbour another of her dejected family? her teeth clench hard against the tremble of her jaw, once again hearing the words of surya and aphrodite tickle at ears with fictional vehemence...
he's only a pup, he needs to be at home, he's being taken from his sister...

oh what if this is some grave mistake! what if grief had sank claws so deep that her stealing away of alsek had been for purely selfish reasons and she was about to doom them to a lonesome life of fruitless wandering. 

her eyelids fluttered shut, attempting a steadying breath. 

no. these hissing nerves would not turn her against herself. this was the right thing to do. she hadn't stolen alsek he'd chosen this himself and this was right, he deserved to grow up as more than the boy who's father died. he would grow up as alsek here and death wouldn't taunt and hum in his ear with every step. the matriarch would certainly understand her disappearance, she was not an unreasonable woman...surely she would give the girl another chance to prove she could fight the weight of pressing grief. 

blinking to alsek once more, a clement smile was offered as she murmured "you ready to meet the wolves here? i promise you they're very nice" please let them keep truth in that promise.