Petunia was gone. Piper wasn’t sure how it happened, or what had happened, even, but the wounded woman was gone. Whether it was to die alone or just the fact that she no longer needed Piper, she was gone. Hopefully, she found her puppies, ones of which Piper hadn’t ever gotten to ask the names of, or what they looked like. The Nightshade couldn’t help anymore, even though she still wanted to.
Wandering was something Piper was pretty good at. She headed back across the hills, no longer interested in exploring the desert lest she find another dying, abandoned soul. Vaguely, she headed West, from where the winds blew salt from the sea. It’d been a while since she saw the ocean waves, and the ebony fae set her destination on the horizon.
She never made it. She stayed a day or two in the plains resting between two distant swaths of forest, and exploring one day, the white speckled female came across the thickly layered scent of a pack. The first shed allowed herself to wander near, Piper found herself wondering what life would be like in another pack. One that wasn’t her grotto home, with her family writhing around her. Would she make friends? Could a cranky old woman like her even find a home among others? Perhaps wandering free was how she would spend her latter years.
Without thinking anymore, Piper sent up a howl; requesting the audience of whoever would grace her with it.
Mar 14, 2018 12:17 PM
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