Wild Heart

[Tenzin]

Tenzin travelled light, as she always had before Moscow. She left her phone behind in the safehouse, but also the books and trinkets Jacinda knew she would return for. It wasn’t possible to make the entire journey on foot, but for now she enjoyed the clean scent of air untainted by the city’s stink and the company of the pack for as long as they were able to follow. Images flashed in a mixed and layered conversation she understood easily enough, and with it a sense of peace and belonging that washed out the tension of her other more human worries. She did not think about tomorrow or what lay ahead, but simply accepted the guidance of her companions and the feeling of being part of a bigger whole. Tonight she’d catch a train, and while she slept would continue that guidance in the dream.