I'm above the below and below the upper

Ooc:;; Set before the raid between Winterfell and Abaven.

Gavroche was on his way back to the North with his makeshift herb bag; a bag that had already proved to be more of a pain than it was worth. He had managed to gather some more herbs for the band and, despite the bag falling apart time and time again during his journey, he was sure he had at least most of his haul still with him. He was proud of everything he'd gathered thus far… and had his mom to thank for the best majority of the knowledge he had.

Walking along the marble riverbed Gav kept himself lower than most of the winds moving across the North. He hummed softly to himself and, honestly, he looked forward to winter coming. Soon enough the bargain for Runa's freedom would be fulfilled. He found himself getting fond of the wild woman and her differences. He felt a kinship in that way… though meeting Mortis had helped ease that abnormality he felt since he was a pup.

He wasn't the only wolf with wings to exist. His grandmother had been wrong… and Gav was glad she was. He hoped to see Mortis again and Venom too… there had been so many wolves he'd seen with mutations that were what she viewed as unclean or cursed. They couldn't ALL be cursed!

Gavroche blinked as a cold droplet of water hit his nose and lifted his gaze to the stone gray clouds in the sky.

It better not rain hard...