Kingsfall The taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth

Sunder has made his return. Open to all.
Setting: Early afternoon with clear skies.

After meandering around some of the surrounding territories that outlied the Lore for a bit, it finally felt safe to show his face around here again. The first notions of spring and the plethora of opportunities it had offered the rogue bachelor had come and gone now, marking the fun of the season over. It wouldn't surprise Sunder if some of his unholy acts had come to fruition so long as the responsibility of his actions didn't decide to rear its ugly head. The thought alone sent a shiver coursing along his spine until the man couldn't help but give his blended pelt a firm shake.

"I'd be caught dead before that happens.." Sunder murmured underneath his breath with a snort, resuming his lackadaisical gnawing of an unfortunate deer's antler while nestled against the trunk of a tree. As a precaution, though, the young male had made sure to put a wide gap between himself and those he tangled with formerly, finding himself amidst a graveyard of fallen giants that offered some relief from the blaring sun despite the dryness of the soil underfoot. So it seemed here too was suffering from the drought, alas he could smell water in the distance.