@Njal
Though she hoped not to leave in pieces as some victim of a plot willingly walked into. Ever since her encounter with the gruff male on the mountain, his words had swayed her to truly consider his offer. Prior to the mountain, she had dismissed him as a cruel thing, not worth the second thought given how nastily he prodded at her, or so she exaggerated. It was more a wound dealt to her pride than her body, causing the female to cling to the mountains where she knew her weight and dexterity were used as an advantage. She fled from the land, lest another of his ilk came and harassed her in a similar manner. She had felt bullied then and had retained that fear. Though their second encounter had indeed given her a reason to relinquish her petty reservations and start again.
It was days since they had spoken, a long enough time to allow her to reconsider and silently accept, but with some apprehension given how far away she would be from the Vale. It was not the security of the Vale she feared for, but the disposition of the demon in knowing his ward had slipped his sight. Would he be enraged with her? Would he seek her out when her scent was not on the Vale for hours? Perhaps a day? Such thoughts gave her pause in her walk toward the known lake but were not strong enough to detour her. She was doing this not only for herself but him as well. For the whole of the Vale if it meant her grace could be seen not only on the mountains but the flatlands as well.
The familiar trickle of the lakeside beckoned to her, announcing that she had reached her destination. He had told her that he resided among the river wolves, but still she was reluctant to tread so close to another’s lands. Thoughts of the insufferable prodding still make her wary if not hesitant to advance. Perhaps he would find her here, she hoped as she lifted her muzzle to the sky in coarse song of her patience in waiting for a pale river wolf. She would wait as long as need be until sense better became her. |