Wild Cherry Orchard cause you’re here, you're watching me

RE: Some kind of blight seems to be affecting the berries of the lore; what is normally ripe this season is rotting dead on the branches and the ground.
AW! Late morning, broken clouds, 41F/5C

He had woken up earlier than usual, maybe an hour or so, but given that wolves don’t wear watches it was hard to tell exactly. He had done a quick border patrol and had tried to seek out @Vanadis but had been ultimately unsuccessful in that regard. They were about halfway through her pregnancy and had still yet to really work out the kinks of what was going on between them. It felt like they had fallen back into old routines but also felt awkward and wrong to not talk about things. But, he didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to break the fragile bubble they currently had.

All of these things had been heavy on his mind and maybe that’s why he had regressed to no longer sleeping well. Tossing and turning during his naps before giving up and trying to keep busy so his mind would go quiet. Today he had decided on what was ultimately just a fetch quest nobody had asked him to go on. He had remembered during her pregnancy with @Archer and @Eros how Vanadis had sometimes had a craving for cherries, and so he thought he might be able to surprise her with a batch in case her cravings might be the same.

Instead of the field blooming with the first crop (which were admittedly too tart for his taste until later in the warm months) he had wrinkled his nose in disgust. There were no cherries, at least no edible ones. Instead they hung from trees and littered the ground in various rates of decomposition. He couldn’t bring this home to her.

With his quest in the mountains completed, Jadon had begun to explore what was beyond. Additionally, with the weight and burden of his past finally removed, he was free to move on with his life and think about the future. The clear and obvious choice would be to settle somewhere. Perhaps to return to the cove and offer his assistance, if they would still have him.

However, Jay couldn’t deny a feeling, a pull towards something more.

There was so much land out here, and limitless possibilities. Did he really want to just settle for some pack, with an already established history and customs, if he could potentially be a part of building something new? Founding a pack would not be easy, but he was making new acquaintances. The possibility was there.

There was plenty of time to work on that, though. The weather was warming, summer would be upon them soon, and life would be easier. The warmer weather didn’t appear to have done some of the plant life any favors though, for the crop of berries he’d stumbled upon were.. definitely not edible.

He tried snuffling through the brush, searching for even a tiny bit that’d gone untouched, but so far, there was nothing. Only the stench of fruits in various states of decay. Unfortunate, but he would make a note of this place and try to return later.

Hope it's okay if I throw Jacy in here?

He knew he really shouldn't be out here wandering. The last time he left he'd taken forever to come home and worried everyone. He didn't mean to, and he didn't want to worry his mom again, but he couldn't help but let his paws carry him beyond their borders to find his dad. Even though Eros told him Vayko wanted to be gone, that he wasn't coming back... he had a hard time believing it. He needed his dad to tell him that to his face. Needed to know why.

Jacy didn't mean to follow Viorel, but when he came across his scent he did. He worried that another one of his family might be leaving him and he would be damned if he didn't get answers this time. He picked up his pace, determined to catch him, when he found the leader had stopped and was staring at a field of rotten berries. A little beyond him was another wolf snuffling through the growth. "What happened?" he asked his uncle as he came up next to him, eyeing the stranger even as he glanced at the downed fruit. His nose wrinkled.

"Speech" Thought