Early morning, medium snowfall on the ground.
Staggered, weary steps took him to the boundaries of Oak Tree Bend- a place he wanted to call home. It was so close- yet so far....even now, Oliver could still hear Galley whispering dark things in the back of his mind. It had lessened, partly due to Roma's influence- and partly due to the warped light-headedness that came with blood loss. The wound that the small man had inflicted upon himself was still fresh, and needed attending to. The only problem was.....all his medicines were in pack territory.....and Drestig's presence there was bound to make his mentor flare up once again. So the raven haired wolf stood- trembling- at the edge of the territory, wondering if it was worth the risk to step inside. Yes, he had told Triell that he had wanted to stay for a long time- and he had meant it- but what would it cost in order to stay true to his past words? Would the Bend leader even want him anymore, if he knew what had happened? A subfuscous atmosphere about him, Galley spoke with shakey words- It doesn't matter if you're dead. Which you will be, with all that blood being wasted on snow... Oliver wasn't so sure if he'd rather die, or keep up with trying to avoid Drestig at every turn in an attempt to keep true to his word. Both didn't seem like very good options, one being on this side of the boundary, and the other behind it. Of course, the lightheaded feeling didn't help in such an important decision either. So Oliver just stood there, bleeding and dazed, unsure of what to do. "Speech" |
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