A gentle breeze blew across Ruieze Fields as the pair of wolves trotted along. Moving slighty ahead, the white wolf kept a constant eye out for any signs of danger, but the afternoon remained calm. Little had been said since they had departed Diveen, but he could feel his companion's growing anxiety as they neared the plains. When he had offered to take Pascal away from her homeland, part of him hadn't expected her to be so eager to leave. Yet here they were, the badlands behind them and Asteraia ahead. Jade eyes turned to watch the strawberry colored wolfess. A fragment of a smile krept across Zephyr's lips. He still didn't understand what drew him to her. What was it about this small, petite wolfess that made him feel. Emotions he had forgotten had slowly began to emerge. Should he be concerned about the warm, bubbling feeling in his stomach? "We're almost there," he said, his voice cutting into the quiet afternoon. "Are you sure about this?" She had been the one to suggest going to Asteraia first. They had planned to travel to other packs, seeking out a new home where they could both live in peace. While under the rule of Blackthorne, Zephyr had heard about the alphess of the plains and her alliance with the swamp lands. He wasn't sure it was wise to venture where Blackthorne could easily find them, but if Pascal wished to go there, he would follow. Listening to her reply, the pair continued to make their way until, at last, they stood upon the boarder of the pack. The white male looked at his imprint, sitting on his haunches. His heart raced in his chest, his paws danced axiously as he waited for her to make the call. Within the pack ahead, enemies could be hiding in the shadows. Iromar fell into disarray after Blackthorne dissappeared. Many of his followers could be hiding here, waiting for his return. His guard was up as he watched his imprint, waiting for her to take the lead. |