Willow Ridge a stranger's love

The boy looked rugged. He had not been keeping himself in top condition for a few weeks now. Seeking company was out of the question too. He did not any worrying looks or stern words. The piebald boy often lingered near his father's - @Nicolò's - den entrance before he peeled himself away to tend to other matters. Although Romanov shied away from the loud noises that seemed far too frequent. Instead, he usually hid away under his favorite willow tree. It was a mostly silent spot (excusing the sound of nature) tucked up against the northern border.

That was where the boy hid away that late morning. He hummed softly to himself, amber eyes closed as he thought over stories he had been told before. There was the warm memory of his mother and her soft voice, the morning light making everything glow with grandness. The discussion has been filled of reaching the skies and flying along with his mother's home. Perhaps that was where she had gone off to. It was a warming thought even if being abandon still seemed so cold.

Note - set after Lorcan/Nicolo challenge

(This post was last modified: Jan 21, 2018, 08:20 PM by Romanov.)

Keeping this vague!

Following on from his confrontation with Nicolo, Lorcan needed some air. The agouti male had felt guilty enough about the challenge and having a gathering of wolves around him for the whole thing had made the ordeal even more awkward. With an agitated huff, the subordinate broke away from rocky terrain which surrounded the main den and headed towards the more dense area of willow trees to the north of the territory.

Moving beneath the overlapping veils of the snow covered willow trees, Lorcan finally felt like he was alone, like he could finally breathe. The agouti male’s pace slowed from a swift trot into a gentle stroll as he advanced towards the northern borders, hoping to slip out of the territory unnoticed and into the trees which made up Drooping Willows.

Before he came to cross the borders however, he caught sight of Romanov tucked up against one of the trees. The boy looked almost peaceful bathing beneath the warm glow of the morning sun – and Lorcan would have been happy to leave him be, especially given his recent interaction with the boy’s sick father, had he not noticed his somewhat scruffy unkempt appearance.

Romanov’s reclusive habits had not gone unnoticed by the former healer and he worried that when he eventually found out had gone at that morning, he might sink further into the shadows of pack society. Swallowing nervously, Lorcan made the decision to approach the dark pup. @Romanov would have time to hate him later, but right now, the male thought he could use some company…

Lorcan chuffed in casual greeting before promptly walking over and flopping over beside the boy beneath the willow tree. “You alright?” He murmured softly, as his golden eyes looked the pup over in silent concern.

 

# P O R C A N

sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realise

how much they need to fall back together

Romanov did not budge when the tawny healer settled by his side. One amber eye opened to notice the closeness. He hummed softly after the older male's question. The Archer boy had been settled up here all morning, unaware of what had transpired down towards the heart of the territory.

He had been trying to avoid questions like the one that had passed through his company's lips but his head nodded anyway. "I believe so." Each word had been picked delicately. Romanov wasn't oblivious to his rugged looks that had once been more princely but he believed himself to be fine. Everyone else though? Well, the boy had no idea what they spoke of him. He hoped that everyone was more focused on his father's poor condition than his own.

"Nice up here, isn't it? No one barking or growling or any kind of ruckus." Amber eyes finally opened to look at the healer's face. Romanov found Lorcan a rather pleasant wolf, even more so for sticking around even after he was healed.

It's Only Dark.

Lorcan gave a soft hum at the young male’s carefully worded response, as his golden eyes once again glanced over to scan the rugged unkempt fur of the black and white pup. The healer wouldn’t press on the issue, not just yet anyway. The last thing he wanted was for Romanov to grow annoyed with his prying and leave. Instead he offered the boy, whether he was looking over or not, a small smile and turned to gaze across at the snow covered willow trees that surrounded them.

Russet ears perked up as @Romanov commented on how peaceful it was. His black tipped tail thumped the snow once in thought before he looked back over to the boy, his head tilted curiously. “Is that why you’re here, to get away from it all?” Lorcan prodded gently. The male sighed softly, his white brows furrowing slightly as he looked through the warm sunlight to meet the boy’s yellow gaze. “You know you can talk to me if something is bothering you, right?” His voice was quiet. Lorcan would not force Romanov to share anything with him, but the offer was there.

 

# P O R C A N

sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realise

how much they need to fall back together