early morning ・ sunny ☼ 26 ° F, -4 ° C (snow on ground from previous snowfall)
RE: After wandering through the woods, you stumble across a pumpkin patch.
The air was crisp and clung to his alabaster fur as he weaved through the trees. As winter approached his fur began to thicken and lighten, giving him a much larger appearance. Since the little dragon clan departed from Hearthwood their situation did not improve — but it did not worsen, either. The family was adjusting; it would take time, but it was certainly possible. Lekalta had left, as well, which left yet another scar on Lachesis’ already heavily damaged heart. A frown creased his lips at the thought but he quickly dismissed it with a loud, irritated snort. There was no use pining after those who clearly did not care about him. Bastet had left, as well, which did not come as a surprise. XIX was done with giving second chances; trust always led to disappointment.
A bitter, frustrated storm cloud followed him as he continued forward, his oversized paws pushing through the dusting of snow on the ground. He was not paying attention to where he was going — he just wanted to walk until his legs grew tired. He skirted the lowlands, avoiding the barren landscape and the whitestone wolves. While he had enjoyed their company XIX was not in the mood for entertaining. He needed to clear his thoughts and rid himself of the negativity that plagued him.
As the sun peaked through the trees a glimpse of orange caught his attention, his brows knitting together as his pace slowed. Orange was a common colour above him; the leaves changed to a marvellous array of orange hues as the seasons changed and the sky often adopted an orange glow as the sun made it's rotation. However, he had never seen anything so orange and round. Curiosity consumed him, driving the Stark forward through the forest as the trees began to clear. Before him was a cluster of… pumpkins. What were pumpkins doing in the middle of Kingsfall? Dumbfounded, he meandered about the patch, his nose practically dragging across the pumpkins as he inspected them.
stick with those who stick with you