Thistle was gone. If Nettle had come looking for her as they’d predicted, Witch hadn’t found him. Her siblings had been so close, if not in the valley then close to…. but theyd never felt so far away. It was one thing to not know where they were but hoping they were okay, and knowing they were close by but unable to find them. Anxiety plagued Witchhazels thoughts every moment of the day.
Shed broken a promise. Shed told Poet that if she ever felt the need to run, she would find him first. But run she had, not heeding her oath or the fact that shed had packmates to care for. We’re the Stormborn wolves okay without her? If they found her, would she be treated as a traitor? Would someone be looking for her?
Did anybody worry about her?
Of course, after scoping out the area around the valley, Witch had debated going back to the place shed been thinking of home. For some reason or another, however, shed put of the decision and wandered further. In a haze of anxiety the pale woman had wandered, until the salt in the air called to her and the waves pulled her closer. The beach had been her save haven for a few days now, avoiding every scent and sound of others in fear that Atlas has sent someone to drag her back. She couldn’t face any punishment that might come her way, not when she felt compelled to search for her littermates.
Perhaps Thistle had gone back to Nettle and they’d left her here, assuming she was happy on the range. That she wouldn’t go back with them.
Oh, how wrong they’d have been. Witch longed to be beside her siblings again, and if that had meant going back to the pack Rose had entrusted them to, then so be it. She would have lived a life beside her family without a second thought, but here she was, on the coast again, crying. Sprawled out in the sand with her head on her paws, the copper painted woman sniffled and stared out into the sea as if the waves would wash up her siblings, healthy and happy to see her.
Mar 24, 2018 11:29 AM
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