The Heartwood Tréximo

Where?

The boy hadn’t expected her to humor him. He’d anticipated that there would be a moment of hesitation before she brushed him away. Why would a girl leave her home to journey into the wilderness with a stranger? Antigone wondered why he considered doing the same, but he knew his reasons well enough. There was no better motivation than unrequited teenage love.

Anywhere, he breathed out, realizing that they would not be bound by a pack’s borders. They could go where they pleased and sleep wherever they wished. The seasons would change soon enough. The light would warm the snow and melt it away from the land.

Maybe nowhere, Antigone added after a pause. We could go until we found a new home. And if we don’t find one, then we keep going.