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Azure · 08-15-2022, 01:10 AM

Still the man insisted on offering assistance and still, the Champion refused it. If there was a hangover cure in coconuts, he'd go drink a damn coconut, he guessed. And if it wasn't nearby and convenient, he'd fucking go get it. Nobody held the hand of a Fatalis, and no Fatalis laid down groaning and nursed their wounds while younger, healthier wolves ran around fetching them food or medicine. Merc had said something about the prairie being close but it had gone entirely past Azure's notice, it wasn't until he was halfway across it did he spy a glance at the river that bisected the territory and realize with a start that this was not the rio grande. Well, he had come too far to turn back now, and the tropics of the south-east were just as nice a place to rest. Where there were coconuts, there would be palm trees. Shady and cool and quiet.

The walk, however, was fucking long. Azure did his best to take the pain in stride and not complain to the younger man but damn, were they fucking there yet? He peeled open his eyes more fully to take note of where they were, and to his surprise saw not a lazy flowing river but a fucking ocean cutting clear across the fjord. Sidestepping quickly away from the giant split in the earth, Az gave Merc a look that could only be read as betrayal. "Hoped I'd stumble and die and you could pass it off as the hangover, hmm?" He accused, eyeing the man and the fjord wearily. "I guess Wren must really hate me."

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