I can't roll with these punches

Sirius · 04-29-2021, 09:05 PM

The cool air outside the den hit him like an avalanche. He breathed it in, filling his lungs, and letting that cool calm him. It burnt against his overly warm flesh, but it was good pain. Needful. He slowed to a trott, and then he was simply walking. He didn’t go far - he couldn’t. Briar was injured and confused, and he could not simply leave her like that.

He just needed a minute to wrap his head around what had happened. His night terrors had returned. As he had once feared so terribly for Deathbelles life, that the visions had plagued his night time hours. Now his failure to keep Zee safe was taking a toll in a new, unexpected, way. Fun, life was just full of fun surprises.

He walked for a time, keeping the den in his line of sight, until he saw Briar’s face pop out of the den. He started to walk towards her, close enough that she could see him, then stopped. He did not know if with a little bit of time to think, she might be afraid of him. But, there were some important things to discuss in light of what had happened. He couldn’t dig his head in the sand and ignore them, that was how Zee had gotten injured two years ago. “Briar” he said softly, giving her time to decide if she wanted to approach, or if the conversation would be yelled across the space between them.

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I can't roll with these punches

Briar

Sirius