The small print

*Askan* · 06-07-2020, 05:50 PM

Askan was no coward and nor was he scared of the dark, but there was something he found unsettling about this cavern. It was a primal feeling, deep in the pit of his stomach as he stared ahead, brows furrowed and shoulders tense. Was it simply fear of the unknown? Or was something hiding in the dark, just out of the reach of his senses? Pfft. It didn't matter and Askan didn't care to go any deeper. He'd simply been seeking out shelter and the mouth of the cavern would serve him just fine. Letting out an undignified snort, he planted himself down on the cavern floor, his front legs splayed out before him. He'd been meandering back and forth between the north and the west for the past few days, keeping on the move so that he didn't attract unwanted attention, but it had taken it's toll on his paws. They ached, and the pads were crackled and tender. It wasn't so bad that he was den ridden but he really did need to take a moment to give them some TLC.

He began with cleaning them first, starting with his front paws then working to the back. By the time he was done he felt much better, a wolfish approximate of taking off one's shoes after a long days work. It was another thing he'd taken for granted back home, he supposed. The luxury and ease of living, it had all just seemed so natural to him and now that he was going without, having to do this shit on his own without wolves waiting on his paws and maw well...He preferred it, honestly. He could deal with the dark and the achy feet, but if he had to listen to one more of his Father's lectures about propriety and tradition he'd...do something drastic, probably.

Curling his tail around his flank, Askan wiggled his front toes as he derailed that train of thought. He didn't even know why he bothered to think about the past like that, it only soured his mood.

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