His visit to the borders of Wild Rye was long overdue. Winter had refused to leave, only growing stronger as the days passed, and Lachesis worried that he would never be able to collect the herbs he needed. With three mothers to worry about this spring his anxiety was at an all-time high, and Lachesis was running low on herbs to calm him down as well. The alabaster healer could only handle so much stress until he finally cracked. He couldn’t risk losing his marbles, or pebbles—whatever—when puppies would arrive in a few weeks… The thought made him groan as he maneuvered through the snow-dusted tundra, his long legs carrying him quickly over the frozen terrain.
The sun had greeted him this morning and not wanting to waste the good weather, Lachesis headed west. He had only ventured close to the Rye borders once before, and that was with a Whitestone wolf at his side. Fortunately the pair had not been seen together, for he knew that relations between the monadnock and the fields were not good. With the sudden change in leadership Lachesis was unsure what to think of their alliance with the northern pack. He respected both Wraith and Piety but after the his blue-eyed sparrow had been attacked by one of their members, he was not sure if he could trust them. They had been both surprised and infuriated by the attack, as well, but the Stark was unsure of Craw had ordered the attack before his absence. It did seem rather coincidental that the silver spider and the dark Archer had fled the lowlands prior to Lilya getting attacked.
He dismissed the thoughts as the fields came into view, stalks of rye threatening to poke through the layers of snow that blanketed the lowlands. As his pace slowed the Alpha threw his nose to the sky and called for the charcoal wolf he had not seen in nearly two months. The ghost welcomed the warmth of the sun on his back, but he did not know if the sudden bout of sunshine was going to be enough to find herbs hidden beneath the snow. It was worth a shot.
He dared not venture too close to the Wild Rye borders, for he was unsure of whether Askan was lurking around. There was a chance he could be greeted by another and he did not want to step on toes. Lachesis was trying to establish, and maintain, a relationship with their southern neighbours. Infringing upon their borders would not go over well.
stick with those who stick with you