When Saxif woke up that morning snuggled in her hammock, the sleeping noises of her roommates a common comforting sound. She couldn’t help but to feel serene, she had been having a troubling few weeks since her return to AniWaya. The barn she had helped build was now rendered unused, her friend the only to have known of her past until lately was injured and her troubles continued when it came to males. She was feeling unwanted, scared, and alone. So she had been drowning herself in training and hunting, keeping to herself greatly. Her skills with a bow had increased dramatically, as well as with a spear and even her skinning knife had become more than just that. It was a throwing weapon as well.
Though this training had been all to avoid her emotions, the night before she had found herself weeping. A golden eagle had perched itself on a tree not far from her training grounds, she had not noticed it until well into her training. It had been watching her carefully, as she seen it, it had screeched and flown away. This prompted her tears for some strange reason. It was her release since first hearing the news of Shiloh and it had lasted for a good few hours. She had been afraid and worried to see her now healing friend in a state of such dismay. She missed her greatly and wondered if she was overreacting, but she knew that not only would the girl be injured physically but mentally as well. Shiloh had already been so fragile as a wolf and was more scared to see her as becoming even more so brittle. It was what kept her away the most.
This morning though she awoke unlike most, her mind now open to the thoughts of her friend. She was not sure if she was ready to see her yet but she knew she would be ready for another type of visit. Saxif arose from her bed with a great haste she left her hunting gear in their places and headed to area that she had been avoiding. She started to slow as the area came to her sights, a partially built hut. It was left, as just a started piece of work so there was much to be completed.
It was being built South of the stables near the riverbank. It was a good location, a decent distance from the village as to not fill the area with smoke. Though close enough as the village may protect it if need be. It was going to be their source of food in the winter, as the village has not had a stores hut in the past Saxif figured this winter was going to be a good one. Saxif knew she would live there, as it was best for someone with weapons training to protect the food, so there was a section that was being customized just for her. She would prepare most of the meats as per taught by her grandmother but hoped others would take the chance to learn about preservations or even teach her more on the subject.
Saxif carefully walked over to the pile of wood that had been collected for the hut. It was neatly covered to protect it from the moisture, as Shiloh and herself had known it would be a while before they could continue. Though that while had been longer than Saxif anticipated she was glad to have finally gained the courage to return here. She sat on a rock nearby that was near perfect for a butchery block, she remembered thinking of how it would be stained in blood over time. She often thought of blood, as it was normality in a hunter’s life. She wondered if she could even complete this place on her own. This place was far more intricate than a barn.
She smiled thinking of the time Shiloh and her had spent here. She had expressed herself more to the scarred female than any other wolf in the past. It was Shiloh’s insightful nature that prompted the opening up. She had told her about her sister who had not liked her. She mentioned her friend who betrayed her heart by choosing her sister over herself. She even mentioned the young guard whom lately Saxif had been missing the most of all the people in her old pack. He had been the only other to know her well, more so than Shiloh. She wondered if she would ever be able to see the scarred girl again. Being around her made her feel less alone, now that she had been hurt it was like she was deeply alone again. She hoped she would gain the courage to see her again. She hoped that seeing her would be different than what she had pictured in her mind. She most of all hoped their friendship would remain untarnished by her evasion, she had not known the girl long enough to know for sure.
Saxif sat there for a long while as the morning sun began to arise. Her thoughts continued to flow like a dam that had been breached. She felt herself weeping again, but allowed herself to do so. She knew crying would be her best medicine for her sadness. Then maybe just maybe she would visit the wolf she called her friend for the first time since her return.
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