Assuming June Bug is around and Tahti is traveling, but who can truly know such things?
Two days. Wait.
Harlow sat on her instructions, a dripping monolith, and watched the rain blur out the landscape. What little greenery that managed to thrive up here turned black in the rain, and the missing shadows made everything flat. Like she was in a painting, except of course wolves don’t know about those.
She would check in the glen for her Empress if she did not find her today. And if she was not there, up to the hillside pack, and she would track and track and find the one she loved the most. The one she needed.
How she needed Nima was an unexamined question. It was placed on hold, while larger things moved into place, settled implacably among all the other things she had to know. But all these things, all these questions were subservient to the place she knew she belonged.
She would wait until today.
Feb 14, 2018 12:51 AM
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