Zigana knew that life could be difficult, though unlike others, her life had not really been all that hard. She'd led a content life, but had wished for something more. That was what had brought her to Telk, not once, but twice. This time she did not intend on leaving, no matter who might call out to her for help. At least now, she could direct them to seek out others, whom lived closer to the trails that the human gypsies took.
It wasn't likely though, that she would be found again by any wolf, save the one who had found her once before. Lost in her mulling she wouldn't notice what was going on around her. The very reason she often lost sight of Qaletaqa, always worrying, always wondering and always planning. It didn't happen all the time, but lately it had happened quite a bit.
Thinking that, she stopped in mid-stride to turn her head and look back. Ah, there he was, she hadn't lost Qaletaqa yet. Truly, he was loyal and she liked that in him. Though he always carried himself so low and she'd never pried about the past which seemed to weight heavily on his shoulders. At times, she even caught a glimmer of anguish in his pale pink eyes. Yet still, she did not pry, some things were best left unspoken.
“Qaletaqa. How long do you think it will be, before we reach the old caravan, does it still sit where we last saw it, before our departure from Telk?”
The black male with just a bit of red decorating his coat, paused when the lady did, whom he thought of as the Iolana, even though now they were just the two of them. He still believed, that someday, she would rise as promised to lead him and others in a pack called Gypsy Song. For now however, they wandered the lands, but always came full circle to the spot they loved the most, as long as no one else were there.
At her question, he tilted his head back, ears flickering in thought. “Izrnuu, Zigana. Svry.” (I don't know, Zigana. Sorry.) At least now, he could speak her name, she'd even given him permission to call her that, instead of Iolana. It meant she had placed her trust in him and also considered him to be friend. Though sometimes, he wondered if he dragged her down and had put off anyone they met on their journey back to Telk from the outside, from joining her.
Zigana however, he had found, was not one for ultimatums and would rather have only him than a larger band of wolves who would only become her friend or more, if she dispensed with him.
“Nor do I,” sighed she, her dark orchid eyes glancing toward the mid-morning sky, squinting at the rays of the sun which shined down upon them and warmed their coats. “I hope it will be soon though. I really miss it. And worry not Qale, for it is not your fault.” She smiled kindly in his direction.
Qaletaqa nodded in agreement, for so too, did he. ”Erkhearpzz zhuunn.” (Perhaps soon). He hoped only another few miles, or at least only a few more hours and that they'd arrive before sundown or by noon tomorrow.
