forget all the names we used to know
The only thing Crevan wonders as they walk is how long it’ll take the little imp to try and escape. After such a violent reaction to his attack and with a nearly-as-explosive attitude, he’d been nothing but eyes on the gangly filly since they’d started out from the dry offshoot. “One move, just one.” He keeps repeating internally, trailing possessively from behind.
They avoid the edge of Loess and the safety of her shadowy mountains altogether, instead opting to cut a direct path through the swath of open grassland where all around them, nothing but ground and sky can be seen. The day still beams full and bright, a lonely bird swoops carelessly through the patches of proud, white clouds. Were it not for the tension of the situation, Crevan could be fooled into thinking this another normal, daily stroll.
He feels simultaneously exposed and safe. It would be hard for someone to sneak up on them, Crevan keeps his nose adjusted accordingly to wolf, and follows suit with ears and eyes alike. The only disturbance is the steady rustle of forage they trample underfoot as they ingress inland. But, if they happened across someone else, he can’t fathom how to keep the girl quiet. She would spill; he was almost positive she would.
“If we cross any paths, keep your mouth shut.” He demands in afterthought, the hushed order a first in way of conversation since their initial interaction. “And tell me your name.” He follows quickly, all too eager to play the willing guard. Nervous, elated, he can still hardly believe he’s pulled it off. Absently he wonders if Gryffen will be pleased.
Ahead, the red-gold tinge of a horizon alerts the two that Sylva’s treeline is rising to meet them. It won’t be long now.
revan
@[Celest]