Could you talk to me... | ||
That stench. It was stuffing up his home and making being there unbearable. He was struggling not to track the man down and rip out his throat, but he doubted Jayse would approve so he had gone back to his wandering ways. The charred trees of the wildwood surrounded him, now more green shoots than charcoal remains, the area smelled of fresh life. New beginnings. Perhaps he was due for one of his own...? He had no idea why he was heading towards the River wolves, perhaps it was curiosity that tugged him toward the former home of Rhysis' bitch. The closer he got, the more his side burned, so he was content to remain amongst the trees. There were still lingering scents of the pair, here and there. He wondered how long they would remain, or perhaps it was simply his mind playing tricks... Other familiar scents crossed his nose, some were pack mates, some were not. Amongst those that weren't was Finn's. He remembered the little grey female fondly. She was quite the fisher, but something about her scent wasn't quite right, so he set to following his nose. Intent on getting to the bottom of this little mystery if only to offer him a distraction. Something to keep him from tracking down the coward Jedd and mounting his head on a stick. If it had been the Hollow wolves fighting the River wolves, he would have fought regardless of his own involvement. He shook his head, as if to remove the thoughts from his mind. It was no use. He couldn't shake the foul mood he was in alone. | ||
Honestly...? | ||
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