The sound of their howls rang on in Kato’s ears, still. It had been hard, to keep running, with two familiar voices calling for him across the sands. Two voices he missed terribly. But even so, he’d had to keep running. He had to get back to the gorge. But Aethon’s call alone had almost been enough to stop him dead in his tracks. Almost made him pause long enough to let them catch up. But he knew if he hadn’t kept running, they would have taken him back. There would have been little chance for Kato to resist, alone and faced with two wolves he held dear to him.
His best bet for remaining where he thought he wanted to be was finding Amelie and Ransom - at least with them by his side, he might be brave enough to fend them off. To tell them that the hills were not what he wanted, at least. He only hoped they might understand. That maybe, they would see that the desert was what Kato had chosen, in the end. There was a small hope there that perhaps, if Kato could convince them, maybe they would see that the Hollow was not home. Maybe they would leave it. Kato knew his father was dead, but even so, Eden would be more welcome than the Hollow. The desert, too, but Amelie probably wouldn’t been keen on a whole new group coming to her desert.
As he neared the gorge, Kato let loose a bark. “Ransom? Amelie?” Kato called, skidding to a clumsy stop in his haste to stand still, to listen. He hoped they were close.
Apr 26, 2018 12:59 PM
[ ignore ]