kinda short >.<
Io had taken the journey to Anathema finally. After months of wandering closer and closer with each ramble. Wojciech had accompanied her, more through his unwavering guidance rather than anything else, least of all explicit permission from Io. Neo had remained in the tribe lands with Magda, because the older woman was in less shape the the collie hybrid. Physically at least. Mentally she was far, far stronger. Her secui form wound easily through the wilderness, the bison guide following steadily, silently too. She knew the way automatically, directions being an easy feat for the woman. 'Are you sure you want to do this?' the bison questioned, as they approached close to the borders. His ward stopped suddenly and spun around, giving daggers to the larger creature without fear. 'Yes' she said sternly, turning around and continuing. 'It is too late to turn back now also'.
Reaching the borders in quick time, Io waited upon a grassy verge with her now dull silver eyes watching for any sign of Aeron, half expecting her to appear from nowhere. Letting out a call for either Aeron, Leon or her boys. Perhaps Xyza and Analise too. She rolled back on her hind legs and sat down silently.
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