Irony

With the rain pounding on the outside, and fire on the inside, the small cave that they had found today was comfortable. Autumn was giving way to the winters, Kaizan had informed. There was chill in the air up here in the mountains. A few days back he had gone away for a long time after he had almost locked her in a small cave by closing the mouth with a boulder he had rolled single-handedly. He had gone in the afternoon and returned just before nightfall. And after that he had directed her to only go up the mountains. The slopes were inclined sharp and Anastasia didn't know as to why was Kaizan only taking them up, but she had no other choice than to follow him.

The vokudlak didn't allow her to walk even if she wanted to. He would shift in his wolf form and make her sit on his broad, strong back and take her up.