AW! Late morning, broken clouds, 41F/5C
He had woken up earlier than usual, maybe an hour or so, but given that wolves don’t wear watches it was hard to tell exactly. He had done a quick border patrol and had tried to seek out @Vanadis but had been ultimately unsuccessful in that regard. They were about halfway through her pregnancy and had still yet to really work out the kinks of what was going on between them. It felt like they had fallen back into old routines but also felt awkward and wrong to not talk about things. But, he didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to break the fragile bubble they currently had.
All of these things had been heavy on his mind and maybe that’s why he had regressed to no longer sleeping well. Tossing and turning during his naps before giving up and trying to keep busy so his mind would go quiet. Today he had decided on what was ultimately just a fetch quest nobody had asked him to go on. He had remembered during her pregnancy with @Archer and @Eros how Vanadis had sometimes had a craving for cherries, and so he thought he might be able to surprise her with a batch in case her cravings might be the same.
Instead of the field blooming with the first crop (which were admittedly too tart for his taste until later in the warm months) he had wrinkled his nose in disgust. There were no cherries, at least no edible ones. Instead they hung from trees and littered the ground in various rates of decomposition. He couldn’t bring this home to her.