Swiftcurrent Creek Gladfly Suite

Vys stuck to Akavir like glue as they moved, her bright fur intermingling with his shadowed pelt in harsh contrast. She looked up at him although he stared ahead. The intent to procure her a meal and a safe spot to rest burned brightly within him, speaking to his duty as a leader. She hoped, and was pretty sure, that this would be permanent.

Her family was likely relieved to be rid of her. Until now, her mind was quick to protect itself from the pain of reality. For weeks Vystra would play out all sorts of scenarios regarding their disappearance and why they didn't look for her. But it was now clear that the snowstorm merely gave them an opportunity to trim the fat from the pack. Her gaze cast to the side, away from Akavir to hide bleary eyes. 

As reality began to sink in, and repressed emotions began to surface, the young girl felt utter panic as the warmth of the man next to her pull away. Vystra froze in her tracks, tears building as relief swept over her to see that Akavir had just left her to dig up a meal. Coming up alongside him, the emotional youth nudged his shoulder thoughtfully before allowing herself to dig in. Thank you.