Sleepy Fox Hollow nothing

@Anselm

River’s mind was blank, emptied of thought and emotion. Her attention was lost – somewhere inward, buried, absent in her eyes. More machine than wolf, she descended towards the hollow with all the brain activity of a newborn: blind, deaf, and dumb.

Nothing was familiar, and nothing mattered.

She stopped suddenly, nose twitching against the frigid wind. Something stirred in her gaze as she turned her head in the direction of the nearby border.

Mahler.

The marl wolf felt the earth shift beneath her. Her vision realigned, bringing a clarity to the surroundings that had not previously existed. This was the last place she had seen him, and it still smelled of him – his scent was recent and strong. River was frozen on the spot as her inner cogs clicked and whirred to life. She was unable to make a decision – to either move on or seek him out – and it was impossible to tell how long she stood there, waiting for the answer to come to her.