the great unknown

She trailed behind him only by a short distance. Despite her injured foot, the girl was determined not to lose her new caretaker. An indignant determination had sparked within the depths of her lonely, broken soul. Instinct told her that she needed to keep up with him at all costs or risk losing her life. Mother Nature would deal the pup a cruel blow if she was left to freeze and starve in the unforgiving wilderness. She hobbled along after the male while trying her hardest not to pay attention to the pain radiating from her ankle. Thankfully the ashen wolf kept turning around to check on her, and every time he did she felt gratefulness spread through her veins.

A bewildered expression crossed her features when the man stopped and turned to face her. The manner in which he spoke to her made her understand that what he was saying was of great importance. One dark ear twitched to the side upon receiving his words. Her name was Signe? That didn't sound right, and it certainly wasn't what she was used to being called. The weight of his statement did not truly settle upon the black-furred youngster, but she bobbed her head in agreement anyways. It would take time, but eventually the name Signe would be the one she responded to, and Liyaní would become a fuzzy memory pushed to the darkest reaches of her mind.