To Just Sail Away

Bounding over a fallen log Dómarki trekked deeper into the moor. The early autumn sun was laying low on the horizon, making way for the moon and the coming of night. Something about the atmosphere had filled him with restless energy and so he was on patrol… well sort of. He didn't really feel like walking around the wall so he stuck further in the territory, just taking it in as he debated what to do with his energy. He supposed he could hunt for herbs but with him lacking so much in knowledge there was a good chance he'd put something poisonous in his mouth. He could only imagine what Paladin would have to say when he came crawling back vomiting up who knew what.

Celestial was humming along per usual though it had been quieter than he'd expected and some wolves he was used to seeing he hadn't seen in awhile. Where had Acapella gotten to? He had been wanting to see the blind woman again though… he also didn't want to see her either. He wasn't entirely sure what to say and part of him felt like he'd let her down in the raid. Sure, they weren't super close but he was supposed to be a defender of the pack, fighting so that others didn't get hurt. He'd dallied to long in sizing up the attacking force and found himself in a fight before he could choose one for himself. Ack… it was the past though. What good was there worrying about it?