Leigh Glen everybody sees you're blown apart

*dies* You are too much! That was amazing, thank you. <3

The sun had not quite decided to start its day when Merys stirred in the cave. He moved lethargically, his eyelids still too heavy to awaken just yet. His nose curled inwards, searching for the warmth of her fur that had escaped his. He curled again, his semi-lucid thoughts still confused why they weren't finding what they sought. It wasn't until he had moved other body parts and came upon nothing that his eyes opened slowly. His head lifted, though there was nothing, the twig at his side negligible when he was looking for a wolf's body. His mind was calm, unsurprised with what he was finding, or not finding. All at once, he felt like himself again - a reality he could have been without for a little while longer. He was alone, and cold where she had once lain. He was grateful that he was too tired to withdraw back into his cynical self; this version of himself being so much easier to exist in. 

He knew she would go, or he would go; she had just been the one to wake first. He sighed and moved to stretch his limbs like a feline, bowing forward, reaching for the entrance of the cave with a yawn. Reclining to his haunches, White Fir Notch felt so far away in that moment. Another universe he had left behind but now had forgotten his way back. Perhaps it would be best if he could make it back before first light broke through the birthing den and bear's cave. Perhaps brought some breakfast back for the pups. One by one the wolves that he had to return to came back into reality. Sylva, Raela, Gent.. Jynx, Zilas.. It seeped through the cave's filter, this quiet glen unable to protect him from that life any longer without her here.

Her. His eyes wondered down to the ground, back at the strange twig that had been left in her absence. He studied it, had he seen it before? It looked so familiar. He lowered his nose to it and licked it curiously. A disagreeable odour and bitter taste greeted him, a remarkable memory rising and he cringed, wondering why she would have placed it here in front of him. A sign? A parting gift? Of nightshade? Was she trying to poison him? He knew it not to be true, but there had to be another reason for its presence. He sniffed it again, eying its downy and purplish bark, the stripped buds and leaves. He was confident that he knew the herb, though oblivious to anything other than the one name for it. He stood, tempted to take it with him, but annoyed at the bitter taste lingering on his tongue. Maybe he could just.. ask @Gent or @Sylva about it some more when he returned. About any other significance that the deadly nightshade had that was going unseen to him. A heavy sigh escaped him, and he found it difficult to turn his eyes away from the branch, as though it was the last piece of her and this place that he had left. It was time to go. His demeanour hardened, but still softened considerably in comparison to before he came here. He would hold onto this peace he had found for as long as he could, he knew, the scent of crab apple and nightshade etched into his memory.

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