The sun was setting as she ventured into the valley, exhausted from a day’s long travel.
The moon was a lantern overhead as she paused beside the river, her thoughts dark.
In the distance she could see the house and involuntarily her hand tightened on her sword.
Eighteen long days she’d followed their trail, her resolve never wavering.
For eighteen freezing nights her fury had kept her warm.
Now, an end was in sight and the first doubts rose to plague her.
Once she had reclaimed her kitty, she’d never be free again.
Pam promptly sat down with a thud.