He’d been expecting silence: nothing but the whistle of winter winds blowing through the peaks. And for a brief moment, that was all Lysander could hear. He stood where he’d stopped, his ears cupped for a response but with a tentative air.
Then the sound of his daughter’s voice rang out once again, calling back to him across the distance.
And without another second’s hesitation, Lysander was on his way.
To his surprise, another howl rose up shortly thereafter: one he instantly recognized as belonging to Bianca. It was very much a welcome sound. The two of them had gone their separate ways for a time, but it seemed that the Warden was back in the area. He would be glad to see her again.
However, the call had come from somewhere behind him, further down the slopes, and he was in no position to wait for her — or to double back. Lysander was swept up in a rare moment of excitement, his heart pounding as he worked his way up a steep climb. Now that he knew Titania didn’t want to avoid him, he was all too eager to close the gap between them. At first he could only try to pinpoint the origin of her howl, but as he continued working his way into the higher reaches of the pass, fresher trails appeared. In addition to his daughter, there was also Maaike…
And, of course, Mister Silvano.
Lysander’s brow furrowed softly, but he pressed on.
And in time, it became clear where the scents led.
He found the spot with ease. Even after so much time had passed, he could still locate the cleft in the mountain wall effortlessly. He slipped between the rocks and into the mazelike expanse of ravine, weaving back and forth through it without a second thought. His paws knew the way, and they carried him quietly and steadily toward the secret hideaway he’d known so long ago. The murmur of voices reached him along the way. Though he couldn’t make out what they were saying, he recognized them instantly.
And once he emerged on the other side, he saw them all: Titania, Maaike, and the silvery old wolf he’d come to know as Lorenzo.
But while he did see them there, and while his attention zeroed in on his daughter first-thing, Lysander simultaneously felt awash in a sudden, powerful wave of memories.
A moonlit night, wolves gathered all around, a queen seated on her throne.
His eyes tracked over to the ledge where Sparrow had stood — that lofty perch where she’d given out her orders…
Then he shook his head and resumed walking, headed toward the others. The whole moment had lasted scarcely longer than a heartbeat, but inside of his head, Lysander felt like he’d started down the path to reliving all of it.
Ultimately, though, he smoothed out the vacant look on his face into his usual blasé expression and regarded the group with a polite nod of his head as he sauntered over.
“Good evening, Titania. Maaike.” He looked to each girl in turn, then to the other male.
For all the animosity he felt toward the wolf, he gave him a little quirk of his lips. Not quite a smile but a decidedly pleasant gesture all the same.
Jul 25, 2017 03:58 PM — Post #11
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