Drooping Willows Something Tells Me

near-ish WR's boarders, for @Ravenna

The rain and sleet had finally let up. Clouds covered the sun, but Larkspur welcomed the break from the rain with open arms. His wrist was still sore and he walked with a bit of a limp, though it didn't seem to stop the pale man. He could have followed along the mountain and made it to where he'd last seen Eidolon in a day or so. Instead, Larkspur continued west. He had told Sahalie he'd be a few weeks, which gave him a little bit of leeway as to how long he'd be gone. The idea of continuing his trek north didn't escape him, but returning to Quaking Vale was too sweet to pass up. He liked his home, he liked his pack, and to let one little thing ruin what he'd worked for seemed unwise. All he needed to do was deal with his little issue and head back home.

Larkspur still hadn't decided the best course of action for that. He tried to think in worst-case scenarios, like that the girl wasn't a loner, or that she possibly had another male to make her little family complete. Lark hoped that nothing had come of their little rendezvous, but trying to think positively had never gotten him anywhere before. He needed to act, and as soon as he did, he could crawl back into his log and sleep and patrol and do whatever else he did in Quaking Vale.

The willows here was vastly different than the dark, eeriness of the other side of the mountain. It was airy and not quite as murky and Larkspur found himself enjoying the scenery. Everything was a little more open and he still wondered why Sahalie preferred the eastern part of Relic Lore. Everyone had their own ideas, he supposed, and in the end the quaking aspens of the Vale's territory did give them a break from the misty forest. Deciding it was time for a break, Lark found himself a good stick and a dry patch of land so he could enjoy a good chewing session.

(This post was last modified: May 16, 2017, 07:28 PM by Larkspur.)

It was a rather mindless stroll around the outskirts of her home. She had done it so many times already she felt like she knew the lands like the back of her paw. In and out, in and out... She had left her pack's borders and come back with a mouthful of herbs and root and stalk. It had been much more pleasant when her mother was alive. She had someone to help her carry the items. She had someone to talk to, to learn from and to play with. They would hunt together on a day's outing and perhaps even go for a swim. The world to her would always feel a little less fullfilling without not only her mother, but neither of her parents, not a sister or a brother... Ravenna had lost so many wolves in her life due to death or selfish abandonment. Yet still here she stayed and here still she strolled, mindless as can be.

The afternoon was clouded and dark. The sun fought to break through the puffy clouds and the rains finally faded away for the time being. Ravenna did not mind the rains. The sound was comforting, the claps of thunder and flashes of lightening reminding her of stories from her family's founding lands. Not to mention, it brough about the growth of many useful herbs. She was on the hunt for them now, her nose going to work as she moved. She would paw at the dirt, rub the length of her body along a tree trunk to leave a variance of grey hairs behind and munch on a few mushrooms that she knew would soothe her to the bone.

In the trail along the borders, she would find him settling there, lounging about chewing on a stick. At first the thought it to be Sven, who she had not seen in a few days. She moved faster now, coming to a trot until the distance between them began to close and the hairs on her back rose as though she might pounce onto her leader playfully. Then she realized it was not her nephew at all, but a stranger. She stops suddenly, her body stiffening into a statue there, though obviously so close now, he would not go without seeing her lest he was blind. She had to say hello now if only to redeem herself from what might have been to the stranger, an odd display. "You are not at all who I thought." She half smiles, a 'heh' peeping from her lips in an even smaller laugh. "Hello though..." She adds, a friendly enough wave of her tail offered to the stranger.