Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned
02-27-2016, 09:29 PM
Valentine moseyed down the aisles of the Orchard in search of Avalon. Her call had come from this direction but he had yet to scent her. With summer upon them the Orchard was filled with the sweet smell of sun warmed fruit. Very little had fallen and rotted at this point, so the scent was pure and clean. He moved slowly, taking in the heady scent deeply and simply enjoying the serene beauty around him. Avalon's call hadn't been tinged with urgency so he felt confident he could enjoy the search without rushing.
Ah, there she was. Even from a distance he could see she was on edge. Valentine frowned thoughtfully. Had he misinterpreted the nature of her call? It looked like she'd been pacing. As he neared her, he called out, "How goes it, Avalon?" Clearly something was amiss.
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.