Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
Defender
Bloodletter
04-19-2021, 12:27 PM
He watched her body language shift again when he asked what her plan was for hunkering down for the night, her shoulders slumping when she dropped the elk haunches and seemed to consider their options. His ears flicked back, wondering why she always seemed to be mentally punishing herself whenever she was faced with a decision or a challenge. She put on such a brave facade but it was like a veil for this scared and uncertain spirit she was harboring. It was such an odd thing to see play out in front of him. Alastor wasn't sure what to make of it, but it was obvious that this little wolf had something of a damaged past to leave her in such a state. He didn't bring ti up or ask; it wasn't his concern, after all.
Sera suggested heading toward the mountains and find some shelter there. Alastor nodded his head; it was as good a plan as any, plus he was familiar with some of the caves over that way. "Sounds good. Let's get moving," he agreed, then started leading the way toward the mountains. "There's some abandoned mines in the caves over there. We can use those for the night." He had been through the mines and the Locus Obscuro in the past when searching for Lurid the first time, though it had been some months since he'd been in them. There was a plethora of caves though, so finding one that was empty for temporary sanctuary shouldn't be too difficult.
True to his word, Alastor led the way through the powdery snow and crunchy ice to the base of the mountains. The sun had long since set by now, veiling the lands in almost total darkness as the clouds obscured the moon and stars. He would pause every so often to double check and make sure Sera was still behind him. If he lost the little fae somewhere in the dark, he might not be able to find her again. "Not too far now," he called back while the pair drew closer to the hidden network of tunnels and caverns. Finding one of the cave entrances amongst the rock face in the dark was a problematic task on its own, but eventually he was able to hunt one down, peeking his head in to take a tentative sniff and sample the air. No scents lingered in the air; it was totally abandoned.
Alastor nodded to himself with a thoughtful hum and stepped inside. The cave wasn't much warmer than the outside, but it was sheltered from the wind and was dry. With the pelts from the elk, they could create makeshift beds for one night and not have to sleep in the snow. "What do you think?" he asked while surveying the cave, just large enough to accommodate a couple normal-sized wolves comfortably—or one giant wolf and one normal wolf. "If it's too cramped, we can keep looking. " I don't need you having another freak out... passed through his mind. He wouldn't know how to begin helping her with another episode if she had one. Better to just avoid them entirely at this stage.
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