Kyra had been walking on eggshells since the visit of Empress Nima. She had stuck mostly to Nero, not that that was unusual, waiting for Daddy and Manson to tell her everything was going to be all right. That hadn’t happened yet, and so Kyra lived with the vague understanding that change was afield. She just didn’t know what, or when, specifically it would fall upon her family.
She was trying to piece the pieces together of what she knew, trying to make sense of things. Her little face was creased with concentration as Kyra wandered through the forest, never noticing the upwards slope underpaw until she was at the top. She stared in surprise at the top of the cave where the waterfall crashed down into the darkness. Wow. She’d never been up here before. Curious, the girl went further.
Eventually the familiar scent from her father’s border patrols faded from the forest. A little afraid, Kyra stopped.
The forest here was darker, unfamiliar. She had not run through the paths learning the twists and turns here like close to home. And there were… scents. Other wolves, not her family. Kyra knew other wolves could be bad wolves, so she shied back, looking suspicious now instead of curious.
((Edited; sorry there was confusion with threadlocking so closing then reopening this thread, my apologies for anyone who wanted to post but couldn’t - it should be good now!!))
Feb 13, 2018 01:02 AM
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