Sex: MaleKeep careful watch of my brothers' souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching over Borden's son...
-- Peter Hollens - I See Fire
February 2nd; Afternoon; Clear; -23 ° F, -30 ° C
Relocating himself to Cut Rock River had been more than ideal. Not only did it place it right next to the object or place of his desire - his parents' abandoned dominion - but it put him in a position where he could regularly venture deeper into and around the Cedarwood Forest. While he scouted about on Maksim and Kisla's behalf, keeping an eye on the lands well-beyond their territory lines, he did some scouting of his own. Every peculiar landmark was taken note of, every place where he thought his own family had been, every unmarked trail that led directly into the heart of Grizzly Hollow... he made mental note of it. Additionally, he was able to successfully locate the place his mother had once told him about: his brothers' resting place.
It seemed that the fog had finally relinquished its grasp on Southern Eden, finally allowing the sun to bathe Relic Lore with all the warmth it could muster before the winter chill continued to bite. Rook wouldn't have minded the mist for one more day, though; if only to be alone and visibly undetectable while he visited with the siblings he had never met.
For all the youngest Lyall knew, angels existed. Prophets, ministers, spirits, saints... He had known this because he had been told such things in his cub-hood; the concepts solidified when he had the chance to learn of his parents' hardships through the preachings and lessons from a close family friend and the painful memories, as told by his mother, of Prosper and Theo - the older brothers he should have had.
In Rook's eyes, Prosper had been the prodigal son and Theo, whose fur had been said to have been as white as the freshly fallen snow, had been an angel who had been called back home. His purpose in life, within Relic Lore, had been fulfilled somehow, someway, and in turn his four yearling siblings had all survived their first year. His sister, Taima, on the other hand, was the blasphemer; and, as much as Rook wanted to love her, to lead her back to where she had belonged all this time, he hated himself for wanting her to lay herself down beside their brothers. Laid to rest, she would never be given another chance to harm their family as she had done to him.
He let his gaze focus on the two frost-covered stones beneath a tall, ancient evergreen whose boughs pointed downward, weighted with snow. Upon first inspection, it had seemed that no one had even come by this area by chance (as he had), and for that he was entirely grateful. Along the icy river bend, this little nook of the Cedarwood was peaceful and still apart from the occasional birdsong from the hardy winter-weather birds. It was the perfect place to collect himself, to think about something other than pleasing his superiors within the pack for the even the briefest amount of time.
With his head bowed down towards the ground as he sat, he uttered a whispered devotion under his breath, asking for forgiveness for his sins in exchange for strength and guidance in the months to come. Spring would be on the rise soon and he prayed with all his might that he would be ready for it... and, with it, his courage to seek out @Quil, her family, his family, and those he believed could help him with his mission in his sister Bishop's absence...
Chances are I have a BEN WHISHAW gif for that.