Morning, Partly Cloudy — Current Temperature: 55° F/13° C
you do not know who is your friend or who is your enemy until the ICE breaks. It had been a long time since the clouds had bore any rain - not that it was something unusual for summer, but with the heat of days their shallow creek was having it tough, and Ice ill liked to range further just to drink. Something about him made him grumpy, and he had decided the woods they lived in where weird. Not their little corner, no, but the further west or north you went, the stranger it become. Dark, dank, mist clinging to your paws and all sounds muted. It was very, very weird. Ice didn't like weird things that much. And so, he resolutely stuck to their drying creek. Right now he stood with his pads in the shallow water, lapping at the faint trickle and trying to kill the worry in his heart. Things should be good. Things should be perfect, but they weren't, because Marsh was missing. Ice stared at his own reflection as he drank, meeting his distorted silver eyes, and after a moment he stopped without realizing it.. simply peering into his own face, as if it'd turn into Marsh's, or that his copper head would show up right beside him. Hadn't they stood like this before, together, peering into the waters of the Grove? Marsh's steel eyes so uncharacteristically soft, his grizzled face untroubled, merging easily with Ice's pale one - the knot in his gut tightened, teeth grinding together dryly. He'd sent Marsh out ahead with Triell.. expecting to meet him when they came over with the rest of the pack.. yet he'd seen neither hide nor hair, and now Ice's sons were born, and Marsh still wasn't home. Would he come in time, to see them when they first tumbled out of the den and into the sun? He hoped so. Oh, how he hoped so. .ice aesir |