The Heartwood Pouliá

Sorcha did not respond.

The red-hooded boy paced at her side. There was a burning of embarrassment. He should not have thanked her for running away from home. It had been thoughtless. Antigone wanted her to know he was grateful she had kept her word to him, nothing more. Instead, his words hung over his head like a raincloud and cast his gaze away from his companion.

In silence they trekked. The young wolf thought on the special places within Epoch where he had felt most at peace. Antigone wondered if he would feel this sense of security again.

Wanting to talk to fill the aching silence, the boy glanced toward Sorcha. The expression he was able to see did not invite words. He hung his head and trudged on. They covered good ground before the girl turned to him with spring green in her eyes.

What- Antigone paused, uncertain what he might ask. You said you had been looking for someone. When we met. Can I help you search?