Leif
I do not like how pale our little captive looks.
We’d spent the night crossing hard terrain, heading north and east, away from the pack and home. I carried Willow, cradling her to my chest when she fell into a doze. Within me, the beast also slept, content. Willow had stilled it with her scent and trusting touch.
She leaned against my shoulder as Brokk and I ran together under the silent moon.
She’s not afraid of us. She sleeps, Brokk observed.
She is exhausted. And once we find safety, there is much to tell her. Other than her pallor, she seemed healthy, if a little thin. Her arms and legs bore muscles made sturdy from work.
Let’s get a good meal into her, Brokk agreed. I know a place to take shelter. It’s quiet and out-of-the-way. We will stay there until we can reach the Alph
