fever dream

Soo technically Rais has been inactive but the game hadn't marked him? So you can take it as he's been away for a few days/weeks/whatever. Left if kinda vague??

No stranger to eating old, rotten, decaying food, Rais hadn't expected anything bad to come of eating the dead old moose he'd found half submerged in a pond. In hindsight, he should have, the thing had reeked something awful and it's hide was swollen with gas from decomposing in the summer sun. It had tasted bad, that he had expected, and his stomach felt pretty sour afterwards, but a sour stomach had never bothered him much. He had been working his way back up the mountainside when the simple sour stomach transformed into something fouler, churning a sickly rhythm at his insides.

He had started to second guess returning to the Pass, his old loner survival sense still keen. It wasn't wise to appear sick and weak around other predators, wolves included. Logically, he knew his packmates wouldn't -- shouldn't -- hurt him, but he trusted big ol' Crowe as far as he could throw the idiot. So he had nestled into a small cavern in the mountainside, a trail of his own vomit leading the way up. He had settled against the cold rock at the back of the cave, the mountain stone cooling his fevered skin. Too hot and to cold all at once, he was wracked with shivers and could only hope this wouldn't be the thing that finally ended his haphazard life.

At some point he had fallen asleep, and chaotic dreams of color and sound danced through his head. A woman had appeared at the mouth of his cave, her face narrow and limbs petite, almost vixen in form and draped from head to tail in shimmering silver hues. She had said something, beckoned him to follow and he did. Lurching out of the cave and down the mountain he had followed the ethereal wolf, calling out to her to stop though his lips couldn't quite form the words he wanted to say. Always she was just out of reach, dancing between the trees, but doggedly Rais kept on after her.

Rais was pulled roughly from his sleep by the sun's harsh rays beaming down onto his aching head. With great grumbling effort Rais managed to pull himself up, first taking stock of himself. For the most part he seemed fine, except for a few cuts he didn't remember having on his legs, and the pounding headache he now had. It was upon surveying his surroundings that he realized something must have gone terribly wrong after having fallen asleep. No mountain rock was to be seen, only the bright green of moss and foliage surrounded him. Carefully standing, he could see through and over the trees the snowy peak of Mount Dire... The very place he had fallen asleep last night... If he could assume only a night had passed.

He had never come to this neck of the woods before, and as such he had no idea which was the best way back out of it. Fortunately, his sleep encumbered self had left quite the trail to follow back, broken stems, churned earth, a few tufts of grey fur clinging to branches and the scent of stale barf had been left in his wake. It had taken a few days to make it out of the random ass forest and back to the cave he had attempted to spend the night in, but a bit wary of the place he continued on, finally reaching the pass by daybreak. As soon as he crossed the border, well marked by @Naira and @Mapplethorpe, he collapsed in a tired, hungry heap. Hell if he'd ever eat rotten moose again.

Dude, Kydnt, @Rais, sorry for the wait! D:

mapplethorpe

fatigatis humus cubile est

Mapplethorpe was tired. All throughout his dreams and well into his waking hours, round and round and round he went with his head spinning with thoughts about @Naira. Today he had hesitantly left her behind within the coolness of the pack den, wanting her to relax while he went out and did the rounds for the both of them. He probably should have offered to look after the girls instead, but something told him that perhaps it was more noble to do the leg work rather than sit around and laze about while Nova, Aponi, and even Mercy tugged and pulled on his ears and tail, and clambered over him like a jungle gym on a playground meant for human children. "I'll take care of it," he had said, "Don't you worry, I'll be back in a bit." And off he went... What the Advisor was not counting on was the peculiar and repulsive scent that attacked his nose as he continued along the borders.

He had to stop a moment and take it all in by scent before he continued. On one hand, it smelled rather familiar, but at the same time it absolutely reeked of sick and a number of other unpleasant things. His eyes narrowed the longer his mind processed the stench. Someone had come home... If it wasn't enough that Crowe had turned up, then this was going to be quite the surprise. Rais, he realized, had never been one to wander too far, but Mapplethorpe had to wonder just what the young man had been up to...

Stepping through the wide spaces in the trees and emerging from behind a well-placed boulder at the foot of the mountain, his eyes fell upon the pile of fur that was the pack's appointed Scavenger. He sniffed briefly, the stench of foreign lands and a spoiled meal coming through his airway made his head tilt and his brows lift in a rather unamused manner. He opened his mouth slowly with a small smile, the ton coming from his vocal chords surprisingly smooth with a hint of mirth, "Rough night?"

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