Change Your Views

The male could feel the chill seeping into his bones as he left the "safety" of his den at the lake. The dainty winged male wasn't sure what his destination for the day was but... he felt it was in his best interest to check the surrounding areas if he was going to have any luck at all in finding herbs or, well, much of anything. Ever since Bellamy had taken a trip to the North he found loneliness creeping in again. The woman had become a bit more than just a protector in their time together... She was kind of like a sister at this point, at least in his eyes. Not to mention it felt... strange being alone again after so long. He had gotten used to having company, even when enslaved... he felt... lonely.

A soft sigh passed Gavroche's lips as he kept up his pace through the snow touched landscape. He had to admit it was beautiful, at least. The snow lay across the area like a glistening white blanket under the pale light of the sun. The rocks jutting out of the covered landscape were all Gavroche could see for the moment but the winged wolf welcomed the sight. Maybe if he climbed up one... oh who was he kidding? It had been too cold for too long... there wouldn't be any new herbs growing for quite some time.

A sigh passed Gav's lips and he lowered his ears.

Well... maybe he could hope for company at least?

The young male broke into a run and went straight for one of the rocks that had a less steep incline. He hopped up and began to climb, trying to be mindful of the potential of ice, and spread his wings to help him keep balance. The wind played with his fur and feathers as Gav made his way towards the top of the rock, his eyes widening as he saw the world around him from another angle.

"Great Celeste..." Gavroche breathed.

Was this the sort of view the Deities had over them?