Porcupine Ridge redbull

She looks up to the mountain, the ache of something not often felt in her chest.

Guilt?

And then the snapping of jaws returns her to the here and the now. Lorcan challenges her and like a whelp who cannot take the insult to her pride, she quickens her feet to match his own pace.

She could not falter or she'd be left behind. That alone spurred her to walk wherever it was he was intent on taking them. Envy could not conceive of being abandoned, of watching his figure slink away for good, her favourite plaything gone into the shadows. She was sick sick sick of being abandoned. A merciful euthanasia, her suffering done out of sight. She was a bad dog, given up on time and time again.

But not this time. This time he forced her with him. He wanted her with him.

It felt good, to be wanted. Intoxicating. She turned her head forward, and walked.

Self-serving. As always.