The rough stone that lay across the water and down aways from the dens, had seemed like a logical choice at the time. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to pull his buffalo coat from the den, so it was a bare and cold place to sleep. It didn’t bother him terrible, he had spent time in worse places. The main issue was his mind, and how much he had on it. With the attack on Zee, and his admission to Deathbelle, that left a man suddenly surrounded by people he loved, alone.
A strange turn of events, and well previously he would have enjoyed some quiet and peace, he instead found he was missing them both. He had really made a mess of things, hadn’t he?
He stretched out further on his newly claimed stone, and debated what he needed to be doing for the day. His place in Ashen felt a little shaky at the moment, and he was uncertain if the higher ranks would still be available to him. Of course, at the end of the day it was only serving Deathbelle that mattered to him in his duties.
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