Set in the easternmost reaches of Stonewatch Timbers
December 20th — Afternoon — Overcast — 22 ° F, -5 ° C
The forest - the forest was going to be the end of him. What had started out as a little walk was slowly turning into something that felt a whole lot like a dying struggle. Because as it turned out, densely packed trees and stony crags weren't the easiest thing for his stocky little self to climb. But was that going to stop him? Nope, instead he kept on trekking. One paw in front other other, his tail bobbed merrily behind him.
It felt good, overexerting himself in what he deemed a harmless way. His legs burned and shook beneath his weight, and his lungs ached but he didn't pay any of it any mind. This way he couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of tired muscles. Because the thing with Rigel still threw him off, dug deep and wouldn't let go. But the wolf from the other day had opened his eyes a lot. He was still determined to fix it, no matter how. Because that's what good wolves did and he liked to pretend he was a good wolf, even for a little while.
His lungs rattled and his legs threatened to buckle. He wasn't even half-way up one of the smaller crags. That was enough work for him in one day. He waddled towards the trunk of a tree, leaning against its coarse bark with a pleased sigh. And while he peered up at its lower branches - he found the curious little growth of what looked like a bush dangling meters above him.1 His nose twitched.
1. +5 for finding mistletoe