be as you've always been
Epitaph Destruction Epitaph was dimly aware of the approaching paws, but couldn't bring himself to pull his attention to the surface to see who it was. Soon enough, their scent wafted into his nostrils regardless. Miss Shaye's elegant form prostrated itself before him in the shallows, as she joined him in cooling her weary paws. “I’ve heard that fires can help a place grow, that it removes underbrush and debris, and opens a forest up to sunlight. I know that’s not the case here, not exactly… but things can still grow again after a fire. We will tend to the soil, and plant seeds, we will grow back the thicket, together, as a pack. We’ll have room to set a larger place for an herb garden.” her vocals were tender and warm, reminding him of the safety he'd found within the confines of her den over the past few seasons. The lull of her gentle tones eased him back into his own body, and he could feel the lap of water against his flanks, hear the wavering chorus of songbirds in the distance. Finally, he was able to focus his attention on Miss Shaye's pinched expression. His auds lifted part of the way from where they were close to his head, and his own brows knit together with concern. She looked so tired. "Ash is full of nutrients," he rasped. "the garden will grow again, more lush than before." he said softly, more to reassure her of his state of mind than anything else. He wasn't quite ready to really think about the garden he had lost, and all the hours that he and Motif had put into it that were now all for naught. One paw extended hesitantly, seeking to lay over the larger shape of her own under the crystalline water. "You need rest," he said simply. "let me do my rounds of the pack, and ensure the health of your wolves. You can hold your girls close, and take some time to recover." the dark male's mind was all but made up. He needed to do his duty as Baldrian, and ensure the pack was healthy and well cared for. Though his stocks were low to begin with, whatever was available would go to the wolves of Abaven. |