Arion POV
Arion filled the trough with fresh water as she longingly looked at the hunting party taking off to practice nabbing rabbits. She yearned to be out there with them, stretching her legs, having the heat of the chase drive her moves. 'It could have been much worse than this,' she thought as she dumped the last bucket in.
Arion had been thankful for Reni saving her the other night. But nothing had really been said since. It was two days after the whole incident and Reni hadn't so much as looked at Arion.
She had tried to tell her thank you and explain herself, but Reni never acknowledged and Arion was eating away with guilt of the unspoken.
Arion knew that her best friend knew exactly where she had been, even after promising she wouldn't see Owen. She needed to try and explain
