The absence had not been missed. Craw wondered if he had grown a little too complacent in his belief that his subordinates broke the mold of unreliable and flaky wolves he had known so many of in the past, and if he had had to pick one to go absent, it wouldn't have been @
Lorcan. @
Greer and @
Celandine were the only two who could be forgiven for any prolonged absences, as it suited their tasking, but Lorcan? He had asked @
Morganna if she had sent the aspiring healer off on some extended trip for weeds or pink flowers or whatever, but alas... Had Craw misjudged him? Combined with the disappointment, though, was an undeniable and genuine concern; what if the man had gotten himself in trouble and that was the reason for his absence?
His scouts never reported any sign of the medic. But perhaps it was too soon to close that door. There was still time for a suitable explanation to smooth it over, he was not prepared to condemn the man yet.
The air billowed out in white puffs in front of his face, his jaws barely parted as he panted, each breath a soft cloud in front of his face. It had felt good to push himself, to so spontaneously move into that sprint after enjoying the simple sight of his pawprints and wanting to see how long he could make his strides. It had been a silly thing, a childish game, but he felt warmer and more alive, and when he looked back at the distance he had run through the delicate layer of snow with his monadnock in the distance - yes, he had enjoyed it very much.
Snorting at himself, Craw shook his head and pointed himself back south, and had begun to settle into another comfortable pace when a moving shape in the distance caught his attention. At first he took no more mind of it than any passing interest, glancing over at it almost lazily, but then he just as quickly identified two more shapes. And, even from this distance, the largest of them was highly distinctive, and the skin on the back of his neck prickled.
There were clearly two other wolves already dealing with it (or being dealt with themselves, more like) so he did consider leaving them to it, because what idiots messed with a grizzly? They deserved every broken bone they got. But something kept his eye focused, and as the unhappy trio made their way further into the lowlands and out of the trees, Craw couldn't help but feel like...
Oh for
fuck sake. Ears pulling back and lips curling in immediate anger and frustration, the spider pushed forward, intending on meeting the quarrelers head-on, and once within earshot of his packmate and the once-starving fool barked harshly to announce himself - not that he expected the grizzly to care, it was already riled up, it would take a whole pack to intimidate it into stepping down. Like hell was he going to summon all of Whitestone to save a potential deserter, let alone fucking
@Askan, of all wolves.
As usual, he would just have to fix it himself. Swerving off before barrelling head-on into the angry bear and his playthings, Craw strafed them to come on the opposite side to his idiotic subordinate, firmly planting himself as another distraction for the grizzly to have to deal with. They had slow wits and tiny minds but those flaws were compensated with absolutely huge claws, and Craw was not prepared to underestimate them. Were these fools even worth it?
(This post was last modified: Oct 15, 2016, 08:55 PM by Craw.)