They call me the little girl lost. Little Red Riding Hood who traveled too far from home, who plays with the big bad wolf.
And who are you who has seen the wolf, you who are so far from home? Silent judgment.
I am the defender of the earth. I am she who loves him.
That is all the answer we needed. As I wrap my arms around him, nestle my head against his shoulder, breathe in his scent, the path from home starts to shrivel until it is no longer a journey at all. It is here.