Cruel twist of fate
09-29-2019, 10:25 AM
again, he was too late. it wasn't the first time he had failed to be there for a pack member and they died. Jewell had died, and Holland hadn't even been there to help ease her away from her pain. though the healer did not know Frostbite well, he knew his scent by now. the smell of blood lingered in the air, along with the sign of a leopard. fearful that a child would be an easy meal, he had raced toward the sounds of battle only to find one of the young wolves he'd seen at the brief meeting. hunched over the body of Frostbite, a howl of grief. Holland's ears pinned back and he hovered uncertainly nearby. the other man was injured but wasn't known to him. he didn't want to intrude on his grief either. Torin was out trying to find the other members of Lirim, leaving him with an inexperienced guard. Eir wasn't equipped to deal with a leopard but Holland had fighting experience. in the distant past, that is. he could have helped. he could have saved this wolf. if only he had been here. frustrated, he paced around. he'd be there for the man who lost his family member when he felt ready to accept help. for now, Holland would let him grieve. "SPEECH" |
holland is not a nice character typically; his views do not reflect my own.