Prologue (Pt.2)
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The brute made his way across the earth under paw with fluid motions that where almost as natural to him as breathing. Eastern Alacritis. He'd spent so much time here back when he'd been young. Shortly after the fall. He'd fled here to find safety from all the madness. He'd been here trying to muster in preparation for the creation of a pack back then. Times where a little different now. But he still knew the way well. He'd kept most of their traveling at night, Newol's path being safer that was, especially in this new unfamiliar Alacritis. Avalon had provided no shortage of endearing amusement to him that first morning. They'd nested down a few times on the journey here, and that first morning she had tossed and turned, sleeping poorly. He suspected that it was because she was afraid that he might disappear on her in her sleep. And on the second morning, she'd collapsed and slept like a boulder. Dead to the world beside him. It had been rather adorable to him. He was admittedly quite smitten with her in that state of puppy love as they called her. But he'd waited a long time for someone, and so had she. So they'd earned it, the both of them.
They where nearly there by the time that the dawn was bearing down on them again. He lead her up the side of the mountain down the familiar weathered path. There where several pathways into the Caverns, but he was heading to one specific one. Turning back to look over his shoulder every now and again to make sure she was still fairing well behind him. How many times had he climbed this path? Too many it would seem. He had never brought someone along with him, though. As many times as he'd ventured down his well know roads, he'd been alone for so long it had seemed. It was so nice to have someone at his side this time. After all the pain he'd been running from last time he was here. Now he had a different reason to be here. And it was a wonderful reason. The sky was giving way to a pale blue once he reached the end of the path. The sun would be upon them soon. Just in time. They would still need their night eyes to navigate the path through the mountain's interior.
Slowing his pace, He brought them to a small gap about three feet in distance. On the other side of the gap was an opening in the Mountain's side. Turning, he would walk up to the woman and press his nose against hers softly once again. His gaze not breaking from hers, smile in place. Such was his way of communicating for the majority of the trip. Body language and facial expression. It had been a challenge to explain to her that he'd gone an entire year without speaking and that he wasn't good at it right now. Turning back toward the ledge, he bound off at a hearty speed that he could generate in a short distance to build up momentum. Then he would kick off with his hind legs, effortlessly gliding the gap and landing on the other side inside the mouth of the cave. Turning back to face her, he would wait for his new companion to join him. So close now. So close to his old den. He wondered if it would still be the same as he had left it. This was very likely as it was well hidden. So close now. |