ai don fis disha spichen gona op

She broke across the uneven terrain of the foothills like a vermin bent on hiding its piece of cheese. But instead of a piece of cheese, Echelon had nothing to carry. She scouted ahead blindly, crisscrossing over terrain that she recognized from before. Working her way after Tonravik, or to her, she hadn't decided if she was truly coming or going. Forgotten was the glacier behind her now and the disappointment that had budded there. It hadn't been worth holding onto and now the dark pair had many things to consider before them.

As such, they had parted, but their partings were brief. This time around, Tonravik had decided that she would not leave Echelon behind. And this time, Echelon did not stray as far away from her aokkatti as before. She could not and would not, whether it was the antagonizing notion at the back of her mind reminding her of their original separation or a misunderstood fear was unknown.

Skirting low beneath the heavy boughs of an evergreen left askew, she spied someone. A wolf as pitch as her aokkatti, but it was not Tonravik. For a moment, Echelon eyed the path ahead with interest, wondering if she could sneak past without raising alarm. But the unsteadiness of the other intrigued her and she observed from her partial hiding spot, wondering what the backtracking female would do next.