Hideaway Strath Synapses Snap Back in Blissful Anguish

Zitari watched the splotched wolf as he spoke, a glimmer of awe glazing her eyes. His words were filled with love and intent — a rare thing to her, at the least. The story reminded her of the days she shared with her littermates. The days when her face was pure of all scarring and scabs and her blue eyes weren’t dulled by the reality of this world. 

Days where she herself had been loved.

It left her with a strong feeling of longing. She wondered if he felt the same urge that she did. His eyes seemed to yearn for more. Why? Had he lost his companion as she had lost her kin? She knew the feeling all too well. "Tell me, where is this adventurous boy now? Does he still hold the same boldness?" A hopeful thought. Perhaps her feeling had been wrong. 

She hoped it was.