The path continued, in places wider, in places narrower, until at long last it finally widened, revealing a space that was so perfectly hidden from view just moments before.
She was panting, lightly, by the time they reached it, but it was only in part with exertion. She felt electrified, skin tingling with excitement at the prospect of showing him what she had found. What she had, already, begun to think of as home—begun to think of as hers.
There was an open, flat space here, surprisingly wide. Mountains rose up on the far side, cradling the area, their stony crags hiding alcoves and climbing places. But to the other side were trees, ample cover and places for prey to hide. Herbs, too, maybe. She didn’t know, but perhaps that was possible.
And in the center, calm and glassy, the lake—frozen over, but with ice thin enough to crack open with paws and force.
Her tail gave a wave as she looked back at Wayfarer, expectant. Hopeful that he would see the beauty and opportunity here that she did. That he would approve of her choice.
How strange, now, to be a wolf who hoped for another wolf’s approval.
Overhead, the snow fell harder, flakes growing in size and number, threatening to blot out the view in whiteness. But for now, perhaps, he could still see enough to appreciate the beauty.
Aug 17, 2017 06:12 PM
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