Alpine Lake circles

He either ignored her first question or didn’t understand and so he moved forward—the furrow of his brow reminding her of an encroaching storm, and she felt an ear swivel back in uncertainty.

Had there not been a distinct language barrier between the two, Meadow would have been more put out by what could have been taken as the dreaded ‘mansplaning.’ Two in her mind did not make a pack—nor did three, yet the strength that exuded from the beast before her certainly revealed why he could hold such confidence of safety with low numbers—but not everyone was built like a tank and had a 'don't mess with me' swagger.

“Yes,” she agreed, instead, her tone soft, her gaze considering. She did not know who they followed—a God of some sort? Instead, she focused on what she could answer. ‘So you come, yes?’ There was only a small hesitance—logic pulling at her, querying whether this was the smartest thing to do.

Instead, Meadow threw caution to the wind. “Yes,” she replied, her voice firmer with conviction.