Sharks in the water

[Geneva Stockholm]

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Geneva hung her head for a moment, smiling thinly, with some bit of self deprecating humor when she realized that DaVinci could see right through her. Still, the silvery gray male seemed to be trying to spare her dignity. He went along with the charade, when they both knew that the great yellow-eyed brute was probably miles away at the speed he had been running. Still, she appreciated the lengths that DaVinci seemed to be willing to go to give her the slightest bit of comfort. She didn't deserve it at all, after the rash and foolish way she had acted. She swallowed hard, her throat dry as she continued forward, cursing her snail pace. The gray wolfess didn't want to dwell on what would have happened if Addison had been at the borders. She inhaled noisily, moodily, hating the fact that she was so useless. Her sense of smell was nonexistent, and she had no way to tell where Addison could be. The least she could do was warn Jefferson, but she found herself coming up short at the thought of facing the one-eyed Patriarch. Her movements stilled as she mulled over those thoughts. Why didn't she want to face him? She didn't want to see whatever might show in that electric green eyes - consternation, worry, pity, anger? She felt her stomach catapult to the floor. She didn't heed much of anything or anyone, not feeling up to being alert as she dragged herself slowly toward the ranch. She leaned against the front door miserably, closing her eyes as she felt the rough wood grain against her shoulder. Her breath hitched and hissed out of her clenched teeth as she pushed her way inside, her body protesting each and every movement. She should clean herself off, she thought tiredly. She walked forward a bit, her eyes stopping to rest on Jefferson's chair in front of the fireplace. She had taken lately to lounging around that area when Jefferson wasn't around. Although the Patriarch was half blind, she knew that his sense of smell was just fine. She had taken to reading in his chair, exaggeratedly rubbing her coat against it when she walked by so that the Patriarch knew that she had invaded his space. At time she imagined the way his face might look - perhaps quietly outraged, and she'd laugh. Now she just stared, realizing she probably reeked of her own gore and dust, and turned around wordlessly, headed down the hall.

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