We Live On Front Porches And Swing Life Away
12-15-2016, 01:27 PM
He blinked when she said that she had been on the move for a few days. A few days? Why on earth would it take her that long to walk here from the North? Maybe the weather up there was a lot worse than he had thought. But soon she fell silent, asking him what was going on. He flashed her a half-hearted smile, snorting softly. "Am I that obvious? I thought I was hiding it pretty well," he said as his tail curled around his flank. Bass let out a sigh, his ears pinning back tightly against his skull as he looked towards the river. His golden gaze watched the waters rushing passed, visions of the flood filling his mind for a moment. Shaking his head for a moment, he glanced back at the woman before him. "I've lost a lot of wolves in my life, as you know. One of my oldest friends died this season and I'm... grieving I suppose. It seems to just be one thing after another. Hansel had been a friend for many many season, and we had just reunited such a short time ago. I promised him to go and bury him where his family lays, but it's a long journey. We laid him to rest here for now, once the snow clears up I will go and do as he wished." He swallowed hard, knowing that it would be even more difficult to dig up Hansel and move him. But making the trip now was just not something he could do. Holding back a whine, he met the similar gaze of Avalon and attempted to smile. "I just feel like one way or another I am destined to be alone." "" |
