Tension radiated from the male. Single green eye turned to the ocean. The vast endlessness filled her chest with swirling hope, despite the oddities of this world. The warnings she’d received. The ominous dream that had swept through her the very first night, leaving her with little rest. Unlike most dreams, the details never grew fuzzy. Breath pushed past her lips in a sympathetic sigh. She looked down at her paws outstretched in front of her.

You may walk for as long as you’d like, but you will not find your home. I believe this land is called Mythris.

Senka could not see him; an ear remained attuned to his whereabouts. It was with hope that allowing him some space, both physically and by averting her gaze, would ease any discomfort, but she could not protect him from the truth nor control whatever reaction he may have to it. She held space for him, like she’d done for years as a mother and grandmother. He appeared young and she decided he could not be more than two or three years. She thought of a mother or father mourning his disappearance. Her mind flickered to her own daughters. Senka knew she was old enough that her own kin would assume she had passed – a comfort, at least.

It is a new beginning here. For one reason or another, you have been brought here, same as I.

The Gods had reasons for saving him from certain death. It was no question in the old woman's mind. Why they chose her was something else entirely, and for that, she had no answers.