Making Waves
08-25-2016, 08:14 PM
Tornach had been wearing himself thin working alone on putting his plans into motion. Digging holes, then tilting fallen logs into them, then using clay to hold them upright while he filled the hole back in around the log, until he had a decently large amount of land enclosed in spaced out upright logs. Then he'd spent time weaving willow saplings though the slightly thicker uprights until his jaws ached, but the bit of land was all but enclosed, except for a woven-sapling door he could drag open and shut, locking it by dropping a thicker log across it. It had taken him long seasons to do it, but he was finally able to stand back and take pleasure in his accomplishment. He wondered what the Imperialis family, who he knew still resided here, thought about his admittedly eccentric doings. Aiden was certainly amused, though she had been very sweet and returned his earlier kindnesses in healing and hunting for her while she was injured tenfold by hunting for him while he worked. A diet consisting mostly of duck, dove, and pigeon for seasons was rather monotonous all told, but he was able to take the time to supplement it with hares and slightly larger small mammals so it wasn't too bad. But his work had kept him away long enough for him to feel terribly guilty, recalling suddenly what Regulus had said about their mother being ill. Surely Kavdaya and Zuriel would have been treating whatever her illness was, though? She really wasn't that old, she should have many years ahead of her yet, and if the nomads were as good of healers as had always been claimed surely Kavdaya would know what to do far more than he, who had only the most rudimentary training he'd been able to scrape together. But he really should have at least been by to visit this new litter of siblings he had, and with the vague idea of maybe getting to know them a bit and taking some of the strain off his family by babysitting the growing pups for a little while, he had set out for the familiar territory he too had grown up in. He dithered far less at the border this time - he couldn't really be made to feel worse than he'd felt last time he'd encountered his brother here, so there didn't seem much point in putting it off again. Raising his muzzle he called out softly for Regulus, and for the younger siblings he'd not met. He wasn't, actually, even sure how old they were now. He left it as an open-ended invitation, in case any of his other family members who were still around wanted to visit with him as well - though really he didn't think anyone other than him had chosen to not be part of the pack anyway, so chances were pretty good that they were around at least most of the time, probably much more often than him anyway. |
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