Though he'd never admit it, Askan had grown fond of Secret Falls. He still wasn't a big fan of water nor was he going to dive headfirst into the Shallows anytime soon, but moving water always provided a spectacle, didn't it? The Edge was inspiring in it's own way, but the grand falls were in a league of it's own. The constant rush of water helped drown out the fuzzy noise in the back of his head, all those 'what ifs' and 'maybes' that haunted him like ghosts. Would things have turned out different if he and Reyes had stayed in the Lowlands? Probably. In part, there was no one but the Old Man to blame. He'd brought upon his own demise, if only Drestig had listened to anyone, it didn't matter who. Askan had no doubt that other's had tried to talk some sense into him, but he hadn't. Drestig had pushed and pushed till his strength gave out, he deserved better and yet it was a fitting end, in a sense. Stubborn to the very end.
Askan heaved a sigh, as he allowed his eyes to flit closed. There was all so much going on, with the recent snow storms and loss, that Askan hadn't even had a moment to consider Lenae, another sister he thought he'd lost. Another Selwyn he'd tried-and failed- to forget. Guilt nipped at his heels as he curled his tail around his hind legs, his nails digging into the moss covered bolder upon which he sat. What was he to do? His mind felt as misty as the air surrounding him, he blinked slowly as he stared up at the tower of rock, watched the water hurl itself over the edge, no fear or inhibitions, it was just doing what needed to be done.
Askan soon decided that he would stay. There was no use in chasing after his sister's shadow, not when the trail had no doubt run cold. Perhaps in the warmer months he could send a scout or two to see if they could pick up her scent. But for now it was yet another burden to bare, a weight upon his shoulders he couldn't shift, not until he knew that she was safe and well.
From high atop his perch-Selwyns were always good climbers- his ears twitched at the sound of paws against weather rock. For a long moment he debated in ignoring them, as they hadn't yet noticed him but...they weren't so far from the Shallows. This was neutral ground, anyone was welcome here, technically, but what if it was someone he knew? He had been running into a lot of familiar faces as of late and not all were welcome. So with a grunt he pushed to his paws and padded to the edge of his bolder, his nails digging into the stone for better traction. They,whoever they were, seemed content, in awe of the Falls. Not that he could blame him.
Perhaps on another day he would have called out, demanded to know what they were doing, who they were etc etc. But that day, he merely watched, scrutinised their actions with his sharp, Selwyn yellow eyes. Whatever happened, happened, he didn't care.
Askan & Reyes