So this was it. This was the beginning of her true rite as an adult.The borders of the Reign of Terror were behind them now, but Gabrielle still felt the severity of her job carried like an invisible murder of crows above her. It had taken much training, much praying, and more than a little luck to get where she was now; and even then, it was precarious. It was one thing to be taught how to glean information and demand tribute in the most politically polite way possible, but she was walking into unknown territory. Not much was known about the pack she was heading to now, other than it seemed to be the antithesis to hers; that alone was frightening to think about in a way.
After all, did it mean she was about to head into a den of do-gooders or justice fanatics? Or both even? Gabby couldn't fathom what such a pack would be about, and was thankful for the time it would take to arrive. Doubly thankful for her companion, more importantly.
In a way, Kerai had at least been a part of her life since the middle of her pup-hood and was essentially her first and only true friend in the Reign of Terror. It was like having a supporter in a way which, whatever her new outward attitude might have suggested, one of the best things she could have right now. Leaving home was one thing. Leaving home knowing she couldn't return empty-pawed was something else. And leaving home to go into a pack that might just as quickly tear her apart for her affiliation to such a pack . . .
But she kept her literal and metaphorical mask on. This wasn't the time to let fear consume her. They weren't even half done with the travel!
"The sun rises higher," she said after a while of walking, the terrain thankfully mostly flat. "Need to rest?"
