Larksong Grotto There's a struggle coming

She was home now. Home. The word did not mean anything to her. Tavi had not explained why she had run off. Not yet. She did not want to talk about the coast or the wolves there, so that too remained a mystery to Reek, and the woman drifted in to silence whenever asked about it; she sequestered herself in the grotto and rested, but did not sleep, nor dream. That was good though — Tavi worried about what sort of dreams she may have if she ever slept again.

After some rest, Tavi dragged herself to her feet and tread near the grotto's mouth. She did not emerge yet, not quite ready to expose herself to the pack. She could hear the wind easing its way through the grotto, winding between rocks and whistling between the ridges. She was safe within the fortress that the rock provided. At least, from most things.