A kin who has passed away, back from the dead.
It wasn't certain how long they traveled in silence where not even the normally talkative kincaller said a word. Though it might just be that their sense of hearing would be untrustworthy for however long they were here. Regardless, Forward could tell that Heart wasn't entirely herself, not since they saw that acha.
"Are we likely to run into kin from our past here?" Forward asked, trying to get Heart to think of something other than that phantom acha.
Heart gave his question serious consideration.
"I can't be too certain, sometimes it's places that hold meaning to you. But if one of my dearest childhood friends could suddenly appear, we might even run into someone we'll meet in the future."
Forward smiled to himself, glad that she didn't sound so somber as she spoke. But the smile didn't last long before it was the totoma's turn to suddenly stop dead in his tracks. But unlike Heart and Home, Forward instinctively tensed as guilt and shame twisted his guts into knots. He'd desperately wished the kin standing in front of them just a few steps off the grey path wasn't who he thought they were.
Memories he'd buried came rushing back. An ambush at night. Blood on snow. Assailants too many to count. Fallen kin. Orders to keep her safe interrupted by screams. Blood on fur, on hooves, on horns.
Heart picked up on her companion's discomfort
immediately and positioned herself between them, bright smile and friendly demeanor at the ready to disarm any possible hostilities. She didn't speak, however, choosing instead to study the outline of a totoma doe until features became more and more defined the closer they moved.
The lion snarled at the interloper, hackles raised and fangs bared.
Bright green eyes glimmered into existence on the totoma doe's face and words seemed to just slip into both Forward's and Heart's ears. "I shouldn't be surprised to see you still alive and well, Totoma. You always were good at surviving. Though I can't say the same for those you've been tasked to protect."
The totoma doe turned to stare directly at Heart and Home. Green eyes narrowed at the kimeti doe before she continued "I wouldn't be so quick as to put my faith in a kin far more concerned about saving himself than his charge."
Heart and Home didn't miss the undertone of mockery in the phantom doe's warning and felt anger and outrage bubble up to the surface of her skin. The kimeti maintained her composure as she flashed a smile that did not reach her eyes at the other doe then turned to Forward, nuzzling at his side comfortingly.
"We still have some ways to go. The path stretches on."
Forward by Choice could not shake himself out of his daze. Not until he felt the gentle pressure on his body and the warmth of another living kin was he able to wake. The totoma doe was still there but less tangible, less
real. And with the coaxing from the kimeti doe, he managed to march away. The memory of the totoma doe's death was still on his mind but unlike Heart and Home, he did not volunteer information on the totoma's identity.
He braced himself for questions he didn't want to answer but none came. Puzzled, he stared at Heart until she noticed and just said
"I know you'll share with me whatever you wish at your own pace."
He felt the warmth and trust in her words and the tension coiling in his muscles melted away.
"I'm grateful." Someday he'll tell Heart about the doe, who she was to him and how she died. Perhaps sooner rather than later.