Lorcan could not be certain how many days had passed since he had collapsed at the borders of Willow Ridge. Since being helped to the dedicated infirmary chamber, which was situated deep within the main underground den, he had lost all sense of time. With the sunlight unable to reach him, Lorcan spent all of his time in constant darkness. Fortunately, he didn’t mind it too much. He discovered that the lack of light made it much easier, if not actually encouraged him, to sleep more.
When he wasn’t asleep, which he was for the vast majority of the time, Lorcan had found several ways to keep himself entertained whilst he was cooped up. The male spent many hours simply listening to the sounds that echoed down from outside; the sweet sound of birds tweeting and chattering in the trees, the whistling of the wind as it swept over the rocks, and the rattling of the willows in the breeze. He also kept himself busy by trying to identify the particular herbs and flowers which made up the distinctive scent which consumed his chamber, and when he eventually grew tired of that, @Adeltra occasionally stopped by for a visit.
Lorcan released a tired yawn before he shifted to place his chin gently on his outstretched paws. Contentedly, he lay upon the various fur skins and bird feathers which adorned the chamber floor, and turned his bright golden gaze towards the gloomy darkness of the tunnel which led out of the infirmary. Whilst he was appreciative of the warm and private sanctuary he had been provided within the pack, he couldn’t help but feel he was stealing all of their precious resources. It was the beginning of winter and Lorcan knew from experience how hard things could get.
The male was desperate to get better quickly and contribute to the pack who had afforded him such kindness and generosity, even if only for the winter.
(This post was last modified: Dec 21, 2017, 07:56 PM by Lorcan.)
# P O R C A N
sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realise
how much they need to fall back together