Random Event: Scully, a gutsy wolverine is trying to make off with your prey. (I'll bring the critter in later)
For @Clover only.
For @Clover only.
Scully was far from happy. This aching, bitter loneliness was far from new, but it had been a considerable stretch since he'd last felt it. He'd realized that he had likely, without realizing it, really thought that things had changed. That being here was different enough, he was different enough, that he wouldn't come back to this. It hadn't been true, and that part of him had been ridiculously foolish.
Blood pitter-pattered against the vibrant leaf litter of the forest floor as he walked, draining steadily from the marmot carcass that he carried. The woods out here seemed so quiet compared to the bustling back at the Ridge, and he was seeking a place to rest and enjoy the solitude. He was tired of being around Avella and her boyfriends, of pretending to be energized for the kids, of being reminded of Ruka and Moore and everything else.
Scully just wanted to sulk in peace.