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you look so good in blue - Roland - Feb 22, 2018
While he was still not completely at 100%, Roland felt far better than he had when he'd returned to the Cove. His leg had far more mobility, and hurt a hell of a lot less. Still, he was careful with it, noticing quickly where the boundaries were and unwilling to push them. It was instinctual that if he babied it for long enough, things would turn out alright, but if he kept straining it, the bone would never heal properly. Still, as much as he loved the attention that came with coddling, he couldn't stay cooped up 24/7. So the child would take cautious walks, maintaining a portion of his stamina and doing himself good with fresh air and varying stimulus.
Still, he wouldn't have come out this far if he'd known who was waiting for him just beyond the markers of Fallen Tree Cove.
He breathed her in too late, and in the next second caught her silhouette against the backdrop of sparse forest. At first, his heart lifted, but then it quickly plummeted as he remembered who @Oula had put first. His muscles tensed and his tail stiffened, ears leaning back toward his skull as he watched her with those Selwyn yellow eyes. What the hell was she doing back here? Was it for him, or for the others?
RE: you look so good in blue - Oula - Feb 24, 2018
Call it mother's intuition, call it a hunch, call it pure damned luck, but after months of looking it seemed that Oula had finally found evidence of her son up in the mountains. His scent was slightly different now, but not too much so that she couldn't recognize it. She found his tracks pressed into the snow leading towards a lake up here. The air here was thinner and colder, the land more unforgiving of even the slightest mistake. She wondered what brought Roland up here, this little treacherous corner of the world, and she had to wonder if he was intentionally trying to make himself difficult to find.
The scent of a packs borders told her that, at the very least, he'd found refuge with a pack here. She skirted along the fringes, unsure whether to call out for him, or to wait and see if him or anyone else emerged. She still didn't know why he had left her. She'd tried to be the best mother she could, but that wasn't enough. She just hoped at least he didn't hate her.
As Oula watched the border contemplatively, she saw a pale figure appear at the horizon. He'd grown a little bigger in the few months they had been apart, but Oula could still easily recognize her son. She watched as he stopped and stiffened, clearly noticing her pretense. There was a tense moment where she thought he might run from her, but he didn't move. She steeled herself with a deep breath before she pushed herself forward. "Roland," She choked out, her heart catching in her throat as she trotted towards him.
Re: - Spirit of Wildwood - Feb 24, 2018
Shallow water has trapped several fish in a small pond. Hunt Opportunity