Peace and Despair
It had been quite a while since he stepped foot beyond abaven lands. Maybe because before he found them again, he was content with staying within its borders. No other worries to deal with. But lately, he'd been growing pretty restless, and his paws demanded a walk for a day or two. Maybe it was because his age was catching up, like his internal clock knew that if he sat around then he'd die right then and there. The thought made his lip rise at that time, so that's when he got up and went. But where? He had no destination in mind, really. But the lingering pieces of his memories in this continent would evidently bring the brute to a place he'd been to only once in his life.
Icy blue gaze hardened, paw steps silent as he looked around. This place hadn't changed one bit...and in a way, it still held its creepy and chilly reputation. Hansel trekked deeper, knowing his way out by way of scent, and faint memory. The scents of everything around him seemed muted, like the world stood still while the fog snaked around his feet.
Suddenly, the male froze when he heard a nearby sound. Brows quirked as he gazed around, and it sounded like...breathing? Or a very loud sigh? Maybe it was the trees. Still, he would investigate the mysteries of these woods. Walking towards where he heard the sound, the male came around an old gnarled tree to find a rather interesting surprise. There was a wolfess lying on her back looking frustrated. Or maybe she had given up? "Need some help?" It was a general question, maybe to prod and see if she meant to be here. His voice held the slightest hint of sarcasm, but if she truly needed help then he would help her. |
