Thinking of home, loneliness spread through him, and he longed for his family. Time away from those he loved caused him to regret his decision. More than once, the wood runner wanted to be under his own roof, with his wife and children.
“Even okwaho, a lone wolf, needs its pack, my son.”
As the couple rode together, it seemed as if even the land celebrated and rejoiced with them. Autumn had arrived, and the countryside was ablaze in color.
“This land is so beautiful,” Jeanne contentedly sighed.