Hang 'Em High

*Valor I* · 03-08-2021, 07:07 PM

Winter seemed to have quite literally blown into Spring. Did seasons even exist anymore? It was hard for Valor to gauge what was going on with Boreas and Auster anymore. Ever since his run in with the behemoth wolf he was beginning to question the laws of nature anymore. So much had changed since when he'd left that up was down and right was left. Even the biting cold, which typically didn't penetrate through his thick coat, found a way to seep in past his insulated layer leaving him with the feeling of not being able to warm up. The chill soaked in through his bones and it made his healing wounds ache even more. It wasn't as though the traveling was improving his health at all either.

Even with the lacerations the monster had left him, he found himself heading towards the east of Boreas. Eventually he planned to visit the grave site of his father, but he wasn't in any hurry to get there. He was hoping that by the time he arrived Spring might finally make an appearance so he could leave flowers at the grave, but it wasn't looking like mother nature was in any rush either.

He had been lost in thought until the scent of a pack infiltrated his senses. It'd been years since he'd been in Boreas and the pack scents, at least the one's he'd come across so far, had changed dramatically. Not wishing to risk a possible bad encounter, he'd made a quick detour to go around towards the coastline. The wind blew more harshly here and ruffled his fur around in different directions making his fur stick out at odd ends.

The cliff was intimidating enough on its own. Without the flowers that would be blooming here this time of year it was even more so. It wasn't snowing currently, but enough of it had piled up and frozen from previous snowfalls to still leave it mounded up in areas. With no trees to catch any of it it was just a flat expanse of snow. Had he not smelled the ocean nearby he might not have guessed there was a cliff edge at all with everything being the same color. White and gray and the sun had yet to make an appearance to change that.

His paws automatically brought him near the drop off and he sat down a few feet from the edge with a groan. He gathered a quick assessment of his wounds and looked back towards the ocean's horizon once he was satisfied none of them had reopened on his journey. It was a quick reminder that he was getting older. He wasn't as strong as he used to be and he really needed to stop believing otherwise.

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