Homing Sense

Daylight breaks before Cedar rests. She has not stopped moving since her flight from the insects and has been traveling at a near-running pace for what feels like an eternity. She has no idea which direction she moved, how fast she was moving, nor any sense of how much time has transpired. She had lost track of the follower soon after escaping. Worse, she left her companion behind to die alone. If not for an almost instinctual homing sense that had surfaced as she ran, attempts to bury her fear and guilt would have been impossible. The dull, audible “hiss” … Continue reading Homing Sense