sign of the times

*Askan* · 07-09-2020, 04:36 PM

The first time he'd set foot in these woods the snow had been deep, higher than his shins and a royal pain to push through. But now the Selwyn moved with relative ease, loping along beside fallen trees and upturned roots as he remembered the wolves he'd met back then. So much had changed and yet so little, he'd managed to trek back and forth all over Boreas and yet it still didn't feel like home. He wasn't sure what he wanted or what he'd expected to happen but it all felt so anticlimactic, like he should've been hit by a big wave of realisation by now or something. Instead he just felt annoyed, as always.

Askan slowed to a walk as sound of a hushed conversation met his ears. Whatever, he thought nothing of it. Or at least that was until he noticed that there was only one wolf in sight, standing there with her gaze sky bound. His brows furrowed as he drew closer and followed her line of sight, there was a bird soaring above, wings spread wide as it drifted on the breeze. He then looked to the wolf again, she was a normal, tawny thing and he regarded her with a quizzical, if not judgemental stare.

"Why are you talking to a bird?" Askan asked, none too politely.

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