i wish you were here
09-13-2019, 08:41 PM
it had been a few hours since he had settled with the Ashen folk at Redwater Rocks. the pack seemed grateful - though guarded - for the pronghorn he had dragged to them. Hemlock did not expect to be welcomed with open arms though. he shrugged off any aggression or outward spite, keeping to the outskirts of their little camp like he had promised. Deathbelle had probably told them all about their 'bargain' and he was left well enough alone. night had fallen, and he felt restless being around so many wolves after so long alone. it did not surprise him he had trouble sleeping and opted to go for a walk. the man moved like a shadow, the only highlights from the moon were his ivory streaks. he was thirsty though he didn't find anything to drink. the little water the pack seemed to have was kept directly in their base; he was in no mood to brave that place unless he was completely dehydrated. he would make do. he always did. if it was such a chore, he'd travel back to Wolfpaw Lake and drink from there. as he debated this, he could hear the whimpers coming from a nearby cavern. Hemlock immediately went toward the entrance, peering inside to see the twitching form of the Ashen Empress. "Deathbelle?" he called out to her softly, his brows furrowed. when another whimper left her, Hemlock raised his voice. "are you alright, Deathbelle?" he couldn't see her in the darkness; his eyes had yet to adjust. for all he knew, she was suffering from some ailment or... maybe it was simple. a bad dream. if she didn't answer him, he'd swing his body back in search of water and allow her sleep. "SPEECH" 1/3 navigation |