Willow Ridge a piece of plastic imitating a human

for @Avella only. backdated to 9/15, hours after this thread.

He'd made his way to the river, where everyone wasn't, to get away from all the noise and all the emotion. His legs were shaking but he couldn't yet bring himself to recline, instead frozen on the bank and avoiding looking his reflection in the eyes. He needed quiet, needed time alone to sort out his thoughts and face what had happened, maybe even accept it. Would that be possible? What if they all found out, what if Sven didn't recover? What if they never trusted him again?

Scully wanted comfort, but didn't know who he could possibly turn to. Sven's need was far more pressing, even with the bleeding stoppered. He might never see again, and for once the greyscale boy could recognize his own selfishness in thinking he should be tended to over the pack's wounded alpha. It kept him here, isolated, pitying himself. Questioning everything.

(This post was last modified: Oct 13, 2018, 11:06 PM by Scully.)

Avella had tried to stay to see what was happening with her father. She wanted to know that he was going to be alright but all of the adults were too busy. She thought it best if she get out of the way and let them work. It was around then she had noticed the disappearance of her brother. There had been so much going in that she hadn't gotten to talk to him or find out if he was okay. The pale puppy took one more look back toward the den before going in search of Scully.

She padded through the ridge searching for any sign of her dark furred sibling and after what seemed forever she found him. Seated in the bank of the water he looked so sad causing a small whine to leave her throat. “Here you are, I've been so worried about you,” she said as she came to his side. Once there she pressed up against him looking for the comfort only her brother could provide. "Do you think papa will be okay?"