She doesn’t speak of it, but our rapport is stronger than ever. I lead the survivors toward the city of Anupk, my thoughts invested in understanding what I accomplished that night. If I can share images and emotions with others as I did with the pack mind and Mariss, perhaps I can open new doors for my kind, earn them new freedoms. After several days, the domed roofs that make up the hazy skyline of Anupk come into view like a mirage on the horizon. Mariss smiles proudly as whoops of excitement ring out through the noticeably shrunken wagon train. I try to enjoy her smile, but old fears return. While those around me call for greater speed, my legs feel weighted and I slow. Mariss takes my hand and holds it tight. “Don’t worry.” It is all she says. It isn’t much, but I walk with her, my healing wound forcing a limp. It will heal. Mariss has seen to that. We continue until it’s too dark to travel safely. We will reach the city tomorrow. I bed down near Mariss, but worries keep me awake.
