The green-eyed youth walked along the border, her tired head low. She had stayed awake last night to wait for Heike to return, as it was chilly and she wanted to be close to him. Yet, he'd never returned. Dimitri had known he was joining her at night and awaking earlier than she did, but it could not be true that he just did not come to lay with her at all, could it? Of course it's not true, She told herself with a growl. but where can he be? She scanned the hills, then to the distance that was not Nix'rio territory. She sat down with slight defeat and yawned. As her eyes narrowed for her mouth to let her jaws widen, she spotted red on the snowy white ground.
Her maw snapped closed and she sniffed the area. The scent of mostly Azren, as he most have marked the boarders, but it was the faintest scent in the air that she caught, stale and barely lingering. Heike had been here, but was this blood his? She sniffed it, but could only make out the salty, metallic scent of blood. She sat down for a moment, worry aching in her chest. If this was Heike, why was he hurt? Why hadn't he come to tell her that he was hurt, she could have mended any wounds. Her eyes darted across the distant terrain, spotting the trail of blood. The prints had been all but blown away by the night wind, but it hadn't snowed yesterday. The tracks showed someone limping. She knew that if Heike chose to hide, she wouldn't be able to see him in the snow. Was this, indeed, Heike's blood on the ground, and his tracks leading away? What could have happened if it was? Unease settled in her stomach as she looked out, on the verge of following.
“She Speaks.” She thinks. She does.