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[Kha]

I've been running through the jungle,
I've been running with the wolves;

It’s quiet, save for the rustle of leaves carried off by the wind and the whine-and-creak of branches overhead; the air was cold, made colder still by his presence. Kha watched the air billowing out from their noses and longed to touch his nose to theirs in the Old Way of greeting. “Hello?” He said, though his voice carried on and on—off with the wind and the leaves—and they did not turn to look at him, though the little red girl traveling with the band glanced over her shoulder and smiled in his direction.
 
Kha knew she couldn’t see him, he could feel her warm brown eyes staring holes straight through him and his chest ached something fierce. She sighed, wistfully, and turned to catch up with her mother and the others and he was left all alone again.
 
Sighing in turn, the wispy outline of a colt turned away from them and headed back into The Forest. He passed through the bases of trees, unseen, and ducked and hid himself away when a less-than-friendly ghoul slipped right on by; careful, he poked his head out from behind a tree and then skittered forwards. The farther away from that thing he was, the better.
 
--
 
A few days later and he had, perhaps, gone a bit too far in his endeavors. He had certainly put distance between himself and the ghoul and could not quite remember how to return to the Meadow from… wherever he was. Cliffs above him, like walls trying to keep out the sea, and he imagined what the sand and the pebbles would sound like under his hooves if he could have touched them.
 
The waves rushed the shore, spraying seafoam; there was a storm brewing further out, one that would eventually make landfall, and he paused just long enough to admire its darkness and ferocity. Lightning crackled, striking out against the sea and thunder growled a warning to Beqanna and her children to let them know it was coming. Whether they liked it or not.
 
Kha was alone, whether he liked it or not.
 
The thought struck him suddenly, as it often did, and he frowned before pressing on.
 
Perhaps it was time to start looking for her again.
 
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“Mother?” He called, as night drew ever nearer and the stars shined through the blackness—the storm was coming, it would swallow them whole soon. But for now they kept him company and lit his way while he searched. “Mother, where are you?”
 
His voice echoed on, carrying over the sand—until at last, someone heard him.

kha

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