Otter Creek I never thought coyotes essential

A year and a half ago, now, when he and Catarmaran had split up for good, Wildflower had thought a lot about what he wanted his life to look like. Still hadn't come to many conclusions; for now, different was enough. But he could never have guessed that he'd end up chasing a man across multiple territories on the slim hope that....

What? That they'd be together? That the man would be less crazy, now? That, somehow, Wildflower could at least keep him from giving up his life getting in the middle of his family's crusades?

Maybe it was just that Wildflower wanted to see him again. And he couldn't very well do that if the man died before he got there. So, the chase. Exhausting, especially after he'd already hurried back to Witch Island and found his quarry gone. He'd followed his uncle's scent, then, only to peel off when he caught Sunspot's.

Now he was lost. Now, most everything seemed lost. Wildflower lay on the frosty bank of the creek, attempting to reorder his priorities so that he might get up and walk on once more.