<blockquote>Blasted bloody mountains.
The large male was hardly suited for flat ground, but these inclines were leaving his battered body breathless. He had scaled the mountain once, he had met Athena and Hawke here what felt like an age ago. He had no idea what had happened to the girl.
He shook to scare the flies from his wounds. His ear was torn, his flank wound re-opened and carrying a mild infection judging from the itch and burn. Not to mention all the cuts and scrapes and bruises. He had left the Hollow and came to the last place he had seen the dark male. Where they had discussed the future. Ideally, he wanted to be as far away from pregnant bitches and that god awful hackle raising stench they carried with them. Realistically, he needed patching up.
And so he had continued beyond the heights. Parched and sore, his nose which was questionable at the best of times, was working overtime to catch even the slightest hint of Rhysis. Instead, a sudden gust of wind bought the scent of water to him and he forced himself to continue on. When the water came into sight he paused for a moment, wondering if it was merely a mirage, until another breeze confirmed his suspicion. Pushing his exhaustion aside, he made his way to the lakes edge and lowered his head to drink greedily. So absorbed was he in the presence of the water that he didn’t notice the wolf sneaking up behind him...</blockquote>