Skoll had yet to find a decent sleeping place of his own. Some of the time he slept beside Morganna (or at least close enough to her, since
Renier rightly held that privilege for that spot); other times, when he had the energy to stay up past nightfall, he had to curl up next to
Niles, whose sleep was often riddled with restless dreams. Skoll, himself, had been there before; he knew what it was like to sleep by himself when there should have been a loved one cuddled up against his ribs and side. Most of the time, however, he sought out a spot some distance between his brother and sister; and, each time, it had been a random nook in the forest floor. Thus far none of the places were suitable for a large-bodied, lanky-legged Archer.
The spot he had been sleeping in had been... unconventional. Where the roots of one old tree had formed a "V" kind of shape, Skoll had wedged himself against the trunk, his chest and rump cradled by the roots. His head and long neck draped over the gnarled bark and his tongue hung down from his open mouth. He was tired, still catching up on the sleep he missed on the long trip from the Vale to here.
It wasn't until he heard a bit of scuffling that he opened an eye. There was the sound of footsteps trailing to a certain spot in the Scowle, then another set... and another set. His other eye blinked open. Something was up.
His joints popped and his muscles were stiff as he gathered all four of his limbs beneath him and stood up, but it only took a number of facial muscles to form his face into a glare. It wasn't like they were making too much of a ruckus but if Morganna wasn't aware of whatever was going on, it made sense for him to take a look for himself.
He skulked through the forest, nose picking up on Celandine and Maeve's trail before their path merged with Niles. Had he been aware of Celandine's desires, warning flags or an
SOS might have flared up in his head, but curiosity came up first. Pietro and Morganna's voices came up from somewhere on his right and in the clearing before him, there was Niles, his snout locked in the Argyris' woman's maw. He seemed to be trying to shake her off, but Skoll knew from experience that it would take more than that.
He egged his baby brother on from his place at the base of a frost-covered boulder,
"Get 'er Niles! Bite back!"
What a disappointment.
(This post was last modified: Feb 15, 2018, 07:42 PM by Skoll.)
i'm a dreamer, i'm a man
i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away