On My Own

*Bog* · 08-01-2021, 12:46 PM

What was it about the hot springs that kept drawing him in? The opportunity to float in water that was mostly algae free, and let the warmth seep into his bones? The steam clearing his sinuses? There wasn't one concrete reason, but the mud hued healer was becoming ever more fond of the warm pools that neighboured the mangrove. Today he was wandering in that direction with Bug clutching loosely to his spine. His mask dangled from its strap and thumped rhythmically against his chest with each lackadaisical step, brought along only in the event he decided to venture further away from home and needed the protection. Among the thin steam rising from the half-moon pools that made up most of the available open space, a pale shape nearly glowed in the sunshine. Excitement zipped down his spine, and he trotted around the edge of one of the pools to investigate. Had he stumbled upon another beautiful skeleton to add to his collection? Something this large would certainly provide plenty of bits and pieces to craft from nice tools and decor for the den.

By the time he got a good look at the pale shape, he was nearly disappointed to realize it was a wolf. A very pale, pinkish wolf. Brows furrowing, he found himself standing stock still where he'd skidded to a stop a few feet away. What was he supposed to do now? He stared blankly at the long legged fae, and realized with a shock that she was merely a child. A very despondent looking one, at that. Why was this child so large, and so very sad? "Y'alright, pinkie?" he questioned gently, lowering his head slightly so Bug could more easily ascend the nape of his neck to peer out between his ears.

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On My Own

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