Of Wolves and Roses Red
Chapter 4
Connell
They are coming. When Conner appeared last night with no warning I thought there was something wrong. The Great Wolf came every moon or so to visit with me. He tells me of Dhara, Tir Na Og, where he is from, and different things that he has seen along the way. I know much of the girl he is bringing but know not what she looks like, for Conner is colorblind. I have to hope she is not too beautiful because living here in seclusion seems harder for the beautiful ones. I fear I may love her already, just from my wolf friend's reports. She is caring, intelligent, sweet, and unafraid of anything, though that may change when she meets me.
The closer it gets to time for their arrival the more nervous I become, if it weren't for the carpet repairing itself, I would have destroyed the carpet in my room and the room I have been fixing for the girl. I hope for all I am worth that she likes green. I had the room colored in pale sage, with yellow and blue for the trim. The bed I had brought from another room was big enough for her, Conner and his entire pack. I hope she can be happy here. I truly hope she can.
Dhara.
We have traveled nonstop for almost a week only stopping when I or Aros, my palomino gelding are about to drop from exhaustion. The journey does not seem to tire Conner in the least. He also is the only one who knows where we are destined. I hope he does not grow impatient with me or the horse, we are soft home kept being and cannot hope to match the wolf in stamina. After I became a bit stronger and more alert I noticed that we were traveling much wore paths. As if Conner had taken this same trail many times. I began to wonder just what he was leading me to. Then on the eighth day around mid-day the forest became much less dense. It slowly gave way to a cultivated lawn, with a gravel drive down the center of it. Hmm… if that is not an invitation nothing is.