RE: An ominous formation of undulatus asperatus seems to bode ill for the residents of Relic Lore.
Askan knew full well that he'd gotten off pretty light, that in deciding to hurl himself at that damn cat he'd put his life on the line. And you know what? He was okay with that. He'd do it again in a heartbeat if another one of those slinky buggers entered their field again. But damn, his shoulder hurt, ached and throbbed with every step he took.
It wasn't the end of the world, @Neko had already seen to Askan and concluded it wasn't going to kill him, but even so he couldn't help but dwell on the fact that it could have been so much worse.
With a frustrated grunt, he cast his gaze skywards, at the tumultuous, stormy clouds above. It all seemed very foreboding, like dread was drawing near, but wasn't it a little late for warning signs? The beast was dead and gone and despite the fact that the Guardian and a few of his fellow pack mates hadn't escaped unscathed, they all were-for the most part- fine.
It had to be a coincidence, the sky merely just happened to be all rolly and mad today. Since when had Askan ever believed in signs and fate? Never, and he damn well wasn't gonna start now. He had better shit to be doing.
So along he limped, ignoring the angry sky, as he continued his sub-par border patrol. He was almost done, planned on heading back to his den after for a well deserved nap when he sensed-rather than saw- something fly overhead. He glanced up with a confused frown on his face, just in time to see something floating down from the sky. He paused in steps and squinted, the hell was that? A feather of some sort?
Slowly and surely, like it had all the time in the word, the feather fell to the earth and landed in front of Askan's paws. He was no bird expert, in fact he had very little interest in them, but he knew someone who did. Or more accurately, he knew a certain southerner who liked owls. Leaning down to take a sniff, Askan smirked in satisfaction at the scent that tickled his nose. Well, wasn't he a lucky sod for once? What had Reyes once called him, jammy?
Bending down, Askan gingerly picked up the feather and held it between his teeth. As to why the bird was out so early, well if he had to hazard a guess, he reckoned the stormy sky confused the bird into thinking it was dusk or even nighttime. A stupid mistake, but one that Askan was grateful for.
Now all he had to do was drag his arse back to his den and leave it somewhere for Reyes to find.
It took longer- and hurt more- than he would have liked, but eventually Askan pushed his way through the trees and wriggled his way into the den. Over the months the two of them had collected little knick-knacks, things that made the den their own. And this feather, seemed like the perfect new addition. He just had to find somewhere to put it, somewhere just right.