Lion Head Mesa And I miss you in the June gloom, too

Defne had remained in the mesa, despite her wish for company. Every few days she would call out, but a response rarely came.

But she couldn't complain, because it had given her time to plan. It was solid now, and she knew that she would not waver. Despite her confidence, she was surprised when a strange scent passed with the wind.

She came to search for it slowly, on legs that wobbled and shook. Yavru coiled around a back leg in silent support. Defne took the appearance of a confused woman, tired and sickly, yet she would not reek of illness. In fact, besides signs of hunger she was completely healthy.

Eyeing the red-coated wolf ahead of her, Defne took a moment to inspect their scent once more. There was something she recognised here. She could have jumped for joy.

Kemal..? Her voice was weak, sad and drawn out. Spoken as though she were begging.

She knew it was not him, but they didn't need to know that.