For one reason or another, Adelard had not imagined himself as a Leader for this long. Honestly, he had expected Huddy to be back by now. Holding down the fort thus far had proven to be an easy, yet tedious, task. It was not uncommon for him now to rise in the evenings and patrol in the darkest hours of the night. Sleep came in heavy at daybreak, and the afternoon sun would keep him until it was time to rise again.
Today was different.
After Woya had gone to scout, Adelard had resorted to sleeping as his body required. He rested when his bones ached and his lids grew heavy; but, when and if he was able, he was always on the move. The fact that the cubs were close to being weaned only emphasized his need to care, provide and protect. He had just returned from a sprint around the northern borders. His limbs were still itching to run. But, after only having a few hours of sleep, he knew he could afford even the smallest of respites.
His large, lumbering frame maneuvered into the Chasm's main cavern. For a split second, he blocked a part of the gray afternoon light, casting a momentary shadow upon the rocks. Heavy paws gripped at the moss-covered stones before he found the cavern landing. At the water's edge, he sprawled out into a sphinx-like pose. An ever-watchful guardian reflected back up at him in the underground pond. He lifted his head, amber eyes blinking as they searched the cavern walls for the glimmer of pyrite. With the summer sun overtaken by cloud cover, the walls did not glow. Instead, they only sparked, influenced by the water's surface. A wistful smile found his jawline as he let his mind wander to his sister. Aubine had been gone for a whole moon cycle now and his world was all but destroyed.
ADELARD | heat stroke, bring the fire black smoke, I take it higher |