Aya's POV
Many of the pack members from the southwest, stayed behind. They would be sneaking back into their own encampment in order to create clothing packs for the trip north. Later to meet us at the humans compound in several days.
Having washed up in a small stream, I rested in my clean, jet black hakama pants, shirt, and cloak, my long silky hair flowing freely down my back. I could hear the breaking of sticks and twigs, knowing full well who it was. "Lok, I-" I began in exasperation.
He was crouched down next to me, fiddling with a few twigs. "Sweet one, I only wish to understand why you feel that no one is safe around you? Nothing more." Finally, his eyes met mine, and they were filled with great sorrow.
