Lorcan had risen early one morning, before the sun had even risen in the cloudy sky, to sneak over to the area where he had buried a few sprigs of the plant. Large pale paws had made short work of unearthing his secret stash and it wasn’t very long before he was able to tip-toe his way out of the pack territory without any other members noticing.
He had told Inna that he planned to go for a hunt out on the lowlands for a couple of days, to fill Heathwood’s caches in preparation for the arrival of the pups, but as he snuck away in to the shadows of the early morning with those sprigs of sweetgrass held delicately between his jaws, it was clear that the agouti male had other plans in mind.
As he travelled through the maze of tall trees which led him out towards the great tundra expanse to the north, he’d happened across an old decaying deer carcass and promptly paused to break off one of the worn antlers which were still available to scavenge. There had been little meat left on the corpse, already picked clean by ravens, but he managed to nibble off a few scraps of flesh to keep him going.
The male had rested overnight at the edge of the woodlands and again risen early the following morning. Lorcan then spent a few hours chasing hares in the early morning light as the first few appeared from their warm burrows, and managed to catch a large female on his third attempt.
Now hauling a dead hare, deer antler and sprigs of sweetgrass awkwardly in his mouth, his golden eyes fixed upon the imposing sight of the familiar monadnock which loomed in the distance. It took him a little longer to travel to the border than he had anticipated, having been forced to stop and readjust his grip on the menagerie of items clenched between his teeth. A few more hours of hauling though, and he finally reached the marked borders of Whitestone.
Dropping the gifts at his paws, Lorcan took a moment to inspect the scent which lingered along the boundaries of his old home. @Wraith and Piety were still around and apparently they had recruited a few new subordinates too. Good for them, at least they weren’t suffering up there with just eachother for support. For a few more moments Lorcan lingered there at the edges of the territory, his golden gaze cast up towards the spot where he and Piety used to sit and watch the stars together. Secretly he hoped to see her familiar pale shape staring back down at him, but then he remembered Wraith’s request for him to give his mate some space.
Glancing down at his gifts, Lorcan carefully placed some of the freshly fallen snow over the items to prevent them from decaying any further beneath the warmth of the sun, before finally pressing his paw into the soft snow besides his concealed pile of offerings. He hoped his friends would take them in good faith. He wanted to at least provide them with some items to help @Piety through the birth and arrival of her pups. It was the least he could do after departing so suddenly. With a final glance up to the monadnock, Lorcan turned around and began travelling back in the direction of his new home, his figure but a familiar shape through the falling snow as he moved off into the distance.
~Lorcan exits~