Unveil
On with the tale!
She stepped over loose stones so she wouldn't trip as she walked, eyes on the wolf a few yards infront of her. Susan glanced down to the gift she was given, still a bundle in her arms. She ran a finger over a feather attached to one of the arrows.
Soft. It slid almost pleasantly though her fingers, yet the arrow itself was sharp. It would create pain for anyone if she just knocked it into her bow. She gripped the thin shaft, swinging the bow up, the sling of arrows over her shoulder, feet stopping in her path beneath her. Extending her hand holding the arrow, pulling back on the string, bringing it the center of the bow level with her cheekbone-
"Pup?"
Susan blinked at Maugrim, still infront of her, now looking back with his ears twitching in the spring air. "Maugrim," her arms lowered slowly to her sides, "I can't do this anymore, I can't run. Not with Edmund away from the White Witch, with everyone back at the Stone Table that needs my help," she slipped the arrow back into sling, "My brothers and sister are probably out looking for me, being worried when they don't have to be. I can't let them worry about me any longer," she took in a deep breath, "We need to go back. You know where the Stone Table is, don't you? Take me there."
His tail swished in the snow as he padded slowly toward her, "Susan-"
She crouched down so she was infront of him, raising her hands to grip at the fur along the side of his neck, "Please," she pleaded, "For me."
Black eyes looked back at her and then a sigh came from his throat, "Okay."