The sight of dirt clumping and covering the still form of Nettle would be something seared into his brain forever, he thought. Burying her was the hardest thing Kato had ever had to do - actually letting her go and accepting that she wouldn’t just….open her eyes again and everything would be okay.
Had Pa gone like that, too? At the jaws of Manson, he could not imagine Pa would have gone easily - Nettle had not gone easily either, but she had been so much smaller than the white wolf that had torn into her. Kato trembled, finally collapsing into the familiar shade of the rocky walls of the gorge, the sound of the river rushing soothing his frazzled nerves, if only a little.
He’d lost track of how long the walk back had taken - had tried to use his bitten leg many times to support his weight and stop slowing Amelie down. But every time he had lowered it to the ground, he’d flinched from the pain, at the way it refused to support his weight, and drawn it right back up.
With a mighty sigh, he sprawled out on his side, wounded leg facing the sky. At least, with no weight on it, it dulled the pain a bit. “Where’s Ransom,” a mumble, half at Amelie, half into the dirt.
Ransom needed to know what had happened. Kato could not imagine making the trip back to the Hollow on his own, but Ransom could go - he could tell Ma and he could convince her to come here.
He couldn’t stop his eyes slipping closed, barely wanted to fight it.
Jun 13, 2018 06:16 PM
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