It's the scent, more than anything, that draws her back. Christmas-tree pine and freshly turned earth, moss and mushroom. And riding above it all, the musk of the wolf, of Richard's wolf.
It gives her something real -- something now -- to focus on, and the memory starts to fade into mist as Richard anchors them and draws them back to the present.
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Date: 2009-10-05 11:26 pm (UTC)It gives her something real -- something now -- to focus on, and the memory starts to fade into mist as Richard anchors them and draws them back to the present.