Sex: MaleRyvet never claimed to be reliable, it was something he had picked up from Valiant. If you never made promises you could never be accused of breaking them. He couldn’t be certain that Rook had not come seeking him during his foray to the Rise, but he had waited so long he could hardly be blamed for having wanted to stretch his legs.
Now he was back, taking shelter in the old bear den. All that protruded from the shelter offered within was the tip of his dark nose. Half-lidded eyes stared into the cedarwood beyond and even the bleating of a lost fawn was not enough to rouse the lanky man to raise.
He had to wonder why he was back? For all @Rook’s promises, the forest was still little more than a graveyard, a haunted shrine to remind the Lyall of what would never be again. Aniu and Sibyl were back at the reach and not for the first time he had to wonder if he would be better off returning to them.
A flash of white fur spotted from the corner of his eye and the formication of nails running down his spine was not enough to make him lift his head (the pale spectre had visited before, though whether it was a premonition of @Jaysyek’s return, or the ghost of Theo as he should have been full grown, the suspicious young man did not dare to find out for sure). It was the crack of a branch in the distance bought him to his feet. That was new.
Cautiously, the young man stepped forward, his head craned high and his nose working overtime. The chill in the air stung his nostrils and no warm scent of life beyond the hare that had fled with his sudden movement. He snorted to bring some warmth back to his muzzle and stretched. Perhaps it was time to go a’roving again…
