Cedar Sweep It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

Ady had not meant to add more burdens to his broad shoulders. She shifted tiny paws, her thin body momentarily cold as she listened. The voice that curled around of hushed whispers and absolute fear, was not one she was used too. She was not used to her Ully being this way.

Is anything ever really certain?

That was her question. She could have died at the palace at the paws of the usurpers. She could have gotten ill and died. She could have simply died in her sleep. There was no certainty to the world. Oh they liked to think there was, but there wasn't. Everything was a chance or a choice.

A shiver worked it's way from her ears to her toes at her name curling off his tongue with quiet sadness. All of those things he listed sound so bleak. And she wasn't having it. She shook her fur and frowned in thought. Brown eyes meeting his. 

We will do what you say for now. If there is truly a danger with packs we do not know. We will avoid them if we can. Though I suppose we should find some place to stay in for winter. This weather is probably going to get worse.