Arrow Lake the truth is i never shook my shadow

ana. 

ava pressed her head to the patchwork shoulder of her sister, her eyes closed as she hugged so tight she might never let go. 

the scent on her fur spoke of the wildwood. ava pulled away, holding the full bore of her sister’s gaze. 

where have you been? those mismatched eyes asked — are you okay?

she crowded her sister for answers, overjoyed for the first time in a long time.