A trip down memory Lane
Cloudy
07-06-2020, 08:55 PM
ooc note: This thread is after he returns, but before the trade fair happens
He had taken the time to find a spot and for the first couple of days he had slept under one of the willows instead of in a den. Resting and regaining his strength, all while letting his wound fully heal up on his face. The willow he had chosen reminded him a bit of his birth den, it was a big willow that was located near one of the small patches of water. The difference was on the side of the river there was a patch in the willows where the draping looked cut away, almost like a window opening, while the rest of it was enclosed in the draping willow branches. At night it was the most relaxing to lay and look out to the water, to hear the frogs and the crickets sing thier songs.
After those couple of days of rest, then he began to dig and build his own den, while continuing to sleep outside at night. His work didn't leave him much room to go around and interact with others, but it was something that needed to be done. It took him two days to have it fully dug and smoothed out, and another day to gather some temporary bedding. Over time he would get some pelts from his hunts to make a proper bedding, one like his father had made for them as pups. Then one final day of rest before he would begin his final task, one that would take a lot from him.
He had woken up early, taken his first morning run that would hopefully help to whip his lanky butt back into shape. After his run he grabbed some breakfast before his paw steps would fall into a familiar path, the path that led to his birth den. Once he hit the path he slowed down, trying to focus on remaining collected. He was in the only child left to make their den site a proper memorial site for his father and he knew he had to do it. He had to keep his mind focused, but when he reached the entrance of the den under the willow he couldn't help but collapse his haunches to the ground.
For all the time that had gone by the old entrance still remained, grass had covered the once packed ground that made the trail in and out of the den. The den entrance was partly covered by a branch that had fallen from the willow, one that was large enough that it would take time to move. The fact that it was still there made a flood of memories rush back to him from being a puppy, the happiness he had at romping around with his siblings in the grass while thier large father watched over them. Dropping his head he sighed before getting up and moving over to the branch, eyeing it up before he attempted to grab one of the smaller branches off of it. He gave a few jerks, growling that it only moved maybe and inch. There was no way his tall form could crawl into the den with this branch in the way. Letting go he circled around before he placed his right shoulder into the branch and attempting to push it.
He had taken the time to find a spot and for the first couple of days he had slept under one of the willows instead of in a den. Resting and regaining his strength, all while letting his wound fully heal up on his face. The willow he had chosen reminded him a bit of his birth den, it was a big willow that was located near one of the small patches of water. The difference was on the side of the river there was a patch in the willows where the draping looked cut away, almost like a window opening, while the rest of it was enclosed in the draping willow branches. At night it was the most relaxing to lay and look out to the water, to hear the frogs and the crickets sing thier songs.
After those couple of days of rest, then he began to dig and build his own den, while continuing to sleep outside at night. His work didn't leave him much room to go around and interact with others, but it was something that needed to be done. It took him two days to have it fully dug and smoothed out, and another day to gather some temporary bedding. Over time he would get some pelts from his hunts to make a proper bedding, one like his father had made for them as pups. Then one final day of rest before he would begin his final task, one that would take a lot from him.
He had woken up early, taken his first morning run that would hopefully help to whip his lanky butt back into shape. After his run he grabbed some breakfast before his paw steps would fall into a familiar path, the path that led to his birth den. Once he hit the path he slowed down, trying to focus on remaining collected. He was in the only child left to make their den site a proper memorial site for his father and he knew he had to do it. He had to keep his mind focused, but when he reached the entrance of the den under the willow he couldn't help but collapse his haunches to the ground.
For all the time that had gone by the old entrance still remained, grass had covered the once packed ground that made the trail in and out of the den. The den entrance was partly covered by a branch that had fallen from the willow, one that was large enough that it would take time to move. The fact that it was still there made a flood of memories rush back to him from being a puppy, the happiness he had at romping around with his siblings in the grass while thier large father watched over them. Dropping his head he sighed before getting up and moving over to the branch, eyeing it up before he attempted to grab one of the smaller branches off of it. He gave a few jerks, growling that it only moved maybe and inch. There was no way his tall form could crawl into the den with this branch in the way. Letting go he circled around before he placed his right shoulder into the branch and attempting to push it.
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