RE:Violent thunderstorms overtake Relic Lore.
Takes place just a smidge south of the springs.
The going was slow, but with a heavily pregnant wolf in tow Elias couldn't say that he was surprised. In all honesty he didn't understand why Nin wanted to scale the mountain, he imagined there would be plenty of space for them to the north but....The Hervok had her eyes set on the horizon and there was no stopping her.
For the most part Elias stuck firmly by her side, like her blonde shadow. As much as he enjoyed her company...the other's tended to stick close to her as well-which was good, it meant she was safe. But...after some time travelling he needed a little time of his own, some space to unjumble the mess in his head. And so he slipped away from the main group and wandered into the tangled, ghastly forest. Above, the sky flashed white, making Elias near jump out of his fur. Heck, could things get any worse? The thunder soon followed, rumbling so loud Elias could have sworn he felt the ground vibrate beneath his paws. His ears flicked back as his expression tightened with worry, if this was more than a bit of passing thundering and lightning he really ought to head back. But as cowardly as it seemed, he didn't feel ready.
Nin and their litter deserved the best, his best, but as things stood he was far from that. Nervous, cagey, maybe with a sprinkling of regret?
Heck. What happened to looking to the future? To being brave and wise? All of his aspirations felt so out of reach, what was the point of even trying? He glanced to the sky once more, the outline of the mountain stood tall and grey in the not so far distance, they would climb it tomorrow, if the weather allowed. Selfishly, he hoped it didn't. That the storm would rage on and give him more time to....figure himself out, he supposed.