Three, almost four weeks had passed since her impromptu visit in Cour des Miracles, and her chance meeting with Mars. Funny how it was always a “chance” meeting with him... But this time her coming to the Court was no mistake, nor would it be if she found the Russo man here. She had remained in her friend's pack's lands for a few days until it was safe for her to travel home, and once back in d'Arte she was left in a strange stasis. It's not that she had tried to lie to herself about what happened, for there was no denying what they had done and no denying what had really fueled the couple's passion that day, but there was just so much to think about.
She regretted nothing, not the day after nor the week after. She did not regret after she arrived back home in Cercatori, nor did she regret it when she began to feel the tell tale symptoms of fatigue and tiredness. She had started to plump up quickly this time, much quicker than before, and this time it was spring and the Tundra wolfess did not have a winter coat to help obscure her sudden weight gain. Her pack would know what was going on with her soon, the weather was growing too warm for the cold-climate woman to hide beneath her heavy sheepskin cloak. Nor was she interested in hiding the fact from her pack; as soon as anyone would ask her, she would admit the truth.
Anyone... except one... one who just so happened to be the healer in her pack. One she had found ways to avoid, but this... no, she needed someone keen on the curative arts, but she could not trust a Rhiannon...
Bright golden eyes were obscured by heavy lids as she squeezed them shut for a moment and shook her head softly, rubbing her forehead with her palm, and when she opened her eyes them again her thoughts had cleared a little. Worries and fears were dashed away – at least worries brought about by her pack, for there was a whole new set of troubles ahead of her. Like what would Mars think? He was a smart man, surely he would have thought this would happen too, but did he think about it after she left? Was it even a question in his mind, or had he forgotten all about it? He hadn't come for her or sent word, so perhaps that was an inkling of how he felt... or perhaps, like there always was with Mars, there were other circumstances to worry about... like a certain “brother” getting in his way.
Whatever the matter, Orin would know soon enough, for once again she rode the mare at a steady pace to the borders that were so familiar to her. It seemed she visited this place more and more lately. It was almost like it was home again. The thought made her crack a half smile.
Vigilante had once extended an open invitation for her to visit whenever she wished, and had not rescinded the invitation to her knowledge, so when she arrived at the Court's perimeter she did not stop and take time to howl for an escort. Often she walked right in to the pack lands when she was looking for Niro, and she did the same today as she guided Spot past the borders. But this time, instead of going to the Chein Hotel or for Niro's home, she steered the horse toward the Russo residence.
The rhythm of the horse's hooves on the path was soothing and lolled the woman into a type of trance. Tilting her head back, she let the sun beat down onto her pale cheeks and reveled in its warmth. It was almost too hot with the fur lined, rose shaded cloak draped over her shoulders. Had she walked the distance perhaps wearing the cloak would have been too much, but astride the mare she was comfortable enough.
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