Fireweed Rise Something wicked this way comes

for @Greer

He had thought it was odd, a whiff of his uncle on the breeze, but then again perhaps it wasn't, given the strange way the other adults were acting. Still he had trailed it, ever so casually out of the willows and into the rise. His eye had stopped its aching and he could head home any day, but he wasn't ready. Not yet. If he didn't have his sister to return to, he might consider never returning to the lowlands. The trees were an obstacle yes, but nobody made assumptions here, and there was much he could learn from his aunt.

Despite the warm bout, the snow remained, drowning out whatever plants might grow here. He had heard his mother speak of a field of flowers that lay just south of the willows and he could only assume that this was it. Well, it was rather underwhelming in the cold months.

Deciding to put his suspicions to rest one way or the other, Odin tilted his head up and called for his uncle, wondering if the man might appear or if it was all in his head, a sign that it was time to return to the north. Single eye squinted against the reflection of the sun off the snow as his jaws parted to better grab a hold of the scent. Was he here? Or wasn't he?

@Odin

Since his move south Greer wasted no time in exploring the neighbouring territories; getting reacquainted with old haunts. It was a surreal feeling being so close to his birthplace, for he had never expected to return unless it was for a scouting mission. The ground beneath him felt foreign and wrong. Greer had grown accustom to the dry terrain of the lowlands and the cool stone of the monadnock. It had become an unexpected home and he was thankful that Kyna preferred mountain peaks. Despite being born beneath a canopy of branches he now loathed the trees overhead. They were suffocating.

An unexpected call captured his attention, pulling him away from his thoughts. His brows furrowed immediately. Odin? His route was immediately detoured as he was careful to avoid the borders of his birth pack, long legs carrying him quickly through the Rise. He had almost forgotten that his nephew had been taken to the willows to seek medical attention. His shoulders sagged with relief. At least he would be able to tell his nephew of his move south so he would not return to the monadnock to discover Greer’s absence.

Once the one-eyed Archer came into sight the shadow gave a soft woof of greeting, his tail wagging gently behind him. It appeared that the Archer was doing better, despite the hole in his face. 

(This post was last modified: Mar 13, 2017, 03:09 AM by Greer.)

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