take it on the other side

*Lament* · (This post was last modified: 06-04-2019, 05:07 PM by Lament.)

Lament Pyre

Surprisingly, considering how close it was to where he was staying, the warrior had not yet made his way towards the Rio Grande. He let his paws lead him as he fell into a familiar morning jog, and would move South from the pack that had granted him sanctuary. He hit the river and angled himself East as he followed it. It made a good scenery to his morning exercises, with the sun hitting the water just right, and casting golden shadows across its back.

He didn’t slow until he noticed the light-toned wolf standing in a shallow offshoot from the main drag. Her coat was wet, and even as he looked on, she would attempt to strike out at the fish that frequented the gentler water.

He slowed his gait as he approached, and would stop at the bank of the stream not far from her. His face seemed utterly impassive, devoid of emotion, and his paw twitched a little against the earth beneath him. curiosity, warm greeting his hand would say, to those who knew Ademic.

“No luck?” he called out in his carefully pitched voice, his tone warm even if his expression didn’t reflect it. His silver eyes looked across the expanse of water and considered. He had been told he fished well, the him that had existed before his lost memories. He hadn’t attempted to do so since hearing it, and was interested to see if his body remembered what his mind did not. “Would you like a hand?”

"Speech"|"Ademic"

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