B o r d e n
tell me the words you long to hear & I'll sing them loud & clear
Nightfall had come again and Borden stared up into those fading pastel skies with a twinge of regret on his face. He was having a hard time remembering who it was who had come to greet him earlier. It had been a man, who looked almost exactly like him... just... he had been younger and his eyes weren't exactly right. He was nice though, very courteous; he even offered half of his rabbit, though Borden had politely declined. The older Lyall just wasn't hungry. Truthfully, he believed to have eaten just moments ago before the lad had shown up. The leftover rabbit still laid there, just inches from his forepaws as he rested his chin on his arms, still gazing upwards for the first hint of a star.
He fidgeted a few times, unable to relieve the ache that was flaring up between his shoulders. His rump rose first before he pushed himself up onto his paws. The pain was temporarily gone after he realized that he might have been at the pack den for the whole day. Perhaps if he moved it would be better. A tentative paw rose up then was planted back down into the carpet of pine needles. Oooh, his face was overtaken by a wince. When did his paw start hurting? He wasn't sure anymore, but with a determined stagger of a step, he moved towards the west where the sky was concentrated with the last traces of pink and orange.
The cogs in his head began to turn as he attempted to entertain himself with things he probably should have done today. Things like: checking on Angier, wishing his parents a good night before making his way to the borders on nightwatch duty, and seeing that his only sister had had a good day. He typically relieved her of her tasks, which usually meant hours of marking the trees, checking each and every landmark, and reporting any strange scents back to their Uncle and their parents. His sightless eye closed as he tried to work out an ache in his left forelimb. It would probably need a good soak in the river before bed; he would make sure to do that before he, himself, turned in for the night.
Everything had been peaceful and quiet as he went, the flow of his thoughts seemingly jumping from one place to another - from thoughts of remembering that he had had a number of sons to recalling Alexander's and Arlette's faces and from thinking that he had a bone to pick with his brothers to wondering what Jaysyek was up to, believing that he had not seen her for a number of days. His musings were interrupted as a sigh met his ears. If he had not been as vigilant or as silent as he was while he walked, he could have easily missed it. It was only a matter of months before his hearing would start to go; he just wasn't aware of it just yet.
He squinted through the gathering dark, willing his good eye to peer through the trees. A few steps more away from the old tree stump of a den and he finally saw her. His tail immediately rose with an eager and excited wag as he approached from her left side, allowing his right pupil to easily scrutinize her. She was probably about the same age as when he had left her back in Bertram Valley. Either that or time had merely been kind to her, just as it had to Jaysyek. Regardless of her age or how lachrymose the air about her seemed, all he knew was that she was just as lovely as ever.
"Well, hello," he greeted, a half-smile coming to his face as he stopped a few wolf-lengths away from her. The tone he had used suggested that he had recognized her or known her from someplace, even if he had not met her at all. "Fancy seeing you here." A tilt of his head conveyed the thrill that ran through him, but just to be sure that he wasn't getting ahead of himself, he cast out a silly little sentiment, one that his sibling would have easily dismissed as ridiculous, "You're Dove, aren't you?"