Wolf's feet sink to the wet earth in a sharp contrast from the solid floors of the Rampion his feet just left. Blades of grass grip onto the soles of his shoes in a feeble attempt to keep him in place. His eyes burn from the sudden blinding sunlight, and he has to squint to see Scarlet's grandmother's farmhouse. Somehow, everything has changed since he was last here. Wolf turns and—
Wolf can't stop staring at her.
She's a home he never dreamed of having.
She's a sight he never thought he'd see.
She's everything he never knew he wanted.
The wind is sharp,
piercing with purpose
and pointed by the sloping hills—
but the wind doesn't snap at Scarlet;
it gently combs its fingers through her hair
and sets the sky on fire with
threads of Scarlet's hair.
Scarlet's eyes dance with joy
as she lifts her face to welcome
nature into her deprived body.
"I've missed this!"
she cries
to Wolf,
to the wind,
to anyone
who will listen.
She embraces what she
has gone without for months—
her home—
and suddenly its not just her hair
that ignites fire around the world.
Her losses strengthen her.
Her determination blazes fiercely.
Her spirit is raging with purpose.
Her love for him is
the poker that stokes the flame.
Wolf can see that the wind
has encouraged Scarlet's soul,
and has coaxed on the goals
she has held close to her heart
for all these years:
Scarlet hasn't ever given up
on anything she has ever wanted
and Wolf sees through the fire
that she's not giving up now either.
Scarlet will never give up
on her home
on her family
on Wolf.
Scarlet flings her arms out to the sides
to catch the elusive wind that swirls around her
and she laughs—
she laughs with shameless freedom
and it makes Wolf so happy
that he forgets who he is for just a second
and laughs, too.
Wolf loves her more than anything
and he's so glad that he could bring her home
to where she belongs.