-Diorae-
If she still had a tail, she would’ve pressed it in between her glutes. She’s afraid, no, not afraid, terrified. The white of her eyes visible while she glances around, body tense and each and every little sound startles her. Marigold wastes no time to go home, whatever that might be. One would name a land, or a place, but to her it’s a someone. Her place was at his side, and she’s bound to return to him like he had told her to.
Longclaw never told her where that would be, where she could find him. Instinctively she knows. He’s her alpha and like a good submissive she returns to him, submits to him. But first and foremost she just follows the way they had come from, starting from the Hell’s gates, all the way down towards the beach.
Hell’s gates – Tephra’s beach – the riverbank. Something tells her they didn’t pass through Tephra for nothing. Nor does Marigold wait at a border to politely wait and ask. She cannot wait, cannot stop. She hás to find her. Alone she isn’t safe, alone the eyes follow her each and every move, alone she’s vulnerable and afraid.
She’s all tense, ready to bolt and react to everything. Each little sound that spooks her makes her dart to the side, sidestepping before bolting in another way. Ears against her skull and nostrils wide and flaring with each breath and loud snort. Marigold wants to call out to him, to make her presence known, but she cannot. And that only adds more to her distress.
It’s like a vicious circle. Panic and stress only fuelling her more, causing her to run around headless, desperate to find him. And the longer it takes her to find him, the more panicked and stressed she becomes, making her search harder. That she might be trespassing or disturbing peace, isn’t at all on her mind.
A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.