Red was glad Winter would be able to stay around. She wouldnât have felt right rehoming her. Red followed Hekat. Red didnât bother to grab Winterâs reins. Red knew her horse would follow. As she thought of their impending hike, Red didnât worry. She knew theyâd be fine. They had been on all types of adventures together with difficult terrains. The silence was pleasant to Red. She didnât have anything to say to Hekat. Well, not anything that wouldnât ruffle feathers. She was lost in her thoughts when she heard the howl. Red stepped in front of Winter and placed a hand on Winter. Her free hand slid into her pocket, undid the button, and gripped one of the knives attached to her thigh.
Lucky, she didnât pull her knife out right away. Red had planned on pulling it out when the wolf was mere centimeters away. She was glad she didnât need to use it. Red wasnât looking forward to another fight, especially against a werewolf. Amusement lit Redâs face when Hekat slammed the wolf again. Red stroked Winter. The horseâs muscles felt tense. Winter began to relax as she petted her. Red took note of Talynâs name when introduced. She would need to get revenge on him for his actions. She didnât like how he upset Winter.
With some trust, she handed Talyn Winterâs reins. She kissed Winterâs nose so she would go peacefully. Red intentionally didnât tell Talyn to not pet or mount Winter. If he tried to mount Winter, sheâd likely end up kicking and or throwing him. If he tried to pet her, sheâd try to bite him. Once she sensed Winter would corporate, she followed Hekat. Her eyes took in the village with curiosity. Red had to resist the urge to avoid Bleuâs touch. She forced herself to give her a smile. The smile looked genuine. Red even returned Bleuâs gesture. She wrapped an arm around Bleuâs waist.
Uncomfortable. Any type of physical contact from others made Red uncomfortable. She only felt comfortable with physical contact if she initiated it. If she initiated it, she knew the interaction would be quick. Since Bleu initiated the contact, she was uncomfortable and unsure how to end the contact. Red relaxed as her fingertips lightly tapped Bleuâs waist. She needed something to do to release her building nervous energy. She leaned into Bleu. Red decided it would be best to be over friendly and affectionate.
âI am full of surprises Bleu,â she replied, her voice at its normal sweetness. Her green eyes glanced around. Red avoided looking in Hekatâs direction. The womanâs mere presence caused her brain to be filled with questions, unpleasant memories, and much more. Red rested her head against Bleu to hide her face against the gazes of others. âOn another note, how is Briar? Is he safe with his mother?â she asked. Red knew itâd be best to make conversation. She knew she would need to try to build some foundation for friendship with a few people in the pack for survival and maybe protection. Bleu would be a good friend. Red had saw Bleu fight, and itâd be better to have the woman on her side.