- Before Noon, Blizzard - 20 ° F/-7 ° C
No night's sleep had ever been so peaceful to the father as this last one. His daughter was home. She was safe. Sure, things were far from perfect; Her injuries had left large gaps in her memory, beyond just who had caused them. But hopefully being back in familiar surroundings would help jog it, and everything would continue to come back to her. At least she was here, with at least one pair of watchful eyes on her at all times. At first he'd been among them, scared to take his eyes off her, as if she'd vanish again in one heedless moment. Eventually fatigue had won out though, and he'd had to give over the shift, falling into blissful unconsciousness; She's home! When he woke up the girl was fast asleep, wrapped in loving attention on all sides, and he felt safe leaving for a little while. His legs were itching, after so many days of searching they were not used to inaction, and so he took to a short patrol, heading north to the Lookout, where he had stood so many times these past months, gazing out over the Lowlands. They looked no different, still covered in snow, a wide, empty expanse of white. Yet the sight seemed very different to the dark Avalon today. There was hope in the air, a breath of life he hadn't noticed before today. Finally, it seemed, spring had come to Wild Rye Fields. But that didn't mean the weather was done acting up. He was on his way back when the snows started, quickly growing so heavy that he could hardly see his paws in front of him; Spring indeed..! Even though it was inevitable, it looked like winter was not going to go down without a fight. The blizzard made it hard to tell directions even in the familiar territory, and the flurry of white was so dense that the leader almost crashed head first into a young spruce tree, seeming to pop up out of nowhere right in front of him. He'd made it to the scraggy edge woods at the western border, scattered, snow covered pines standing as blurry silhouettes in the whiteout. Drestig furrowed his brow, veering his head lightly as he tried to gaze into the snow through narrowed eyes; This wasn't the plan… He hadn't meant to come this far west. Apparently the weather had turned him even more around than he thought; This won't work..! Turning to put his rear against the wind, the elder wolf shook his shoulders in annoyance. He wanted to get back to his family, but he wasn't about to wander blindly through a snowstorm and get himself lost. So he needed to find somewhere to weather it out, easier said than done out here. But walking slowly into the trees, an odd heap of snow under a stand of pines caught his attention. Investigating further revealed a small den, filled with a stale, musky odor. Abandoned by a badger not too long ago it would seem; Just my luck… And without further thought he crept in, curling up tight and looking out at the continuously falling snow. Hopefully it would let up soon. Word Count: 534 Thoughts "Speech" |