In Too Deep

Rowan

Rowan was not, typically, the kind of person who would put himself in harm’s way for the sake of a stranger. He had been trained from birth to value his own skin most of all, and to never hesitate to use others if it meant any kind of advantage for him. Watching the ragged fur ball get plastered to the tree trunk with rain, he found it hard to rationalize any kind of advantage in stopping to help him. He looked too helpless to take care of himself, forget help build shelter, and even if he did help the shelter would only have to be that much larger. Rationally, Rowan knew he should let him drown.

Maybe there was something different, something familiar about his silhouette, though from a distance and without scent he could be any white canine. Maybe it was fate. Of all the many things Rowan had grown uncertain of, he still believed in fate. The concept of destiny was too ingrained in him to ever be fully excised, even if he’d wanted it gone. Regardless of the reason, fate or coincidence, he abandoned his construction for the moment to cross the tangled bridge of roots.

By the time he was at Lucian’s side, the rain was completely blinding. He could have been nose to nose with him and still not recognized him, it was hard enough just to keep track of his own paws through the storm. No time to spare, to introduce himself or to argue, Rowan moved immediately to grab the white wolf by the ruff, attempting to pry him from the root and pull him to his feet, intent on dragging him all the way back to shelter if he had to.

“Follow me, now!” was all he said.

WC: 296
Total: 1218/2500

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In Too Deep

Rowan + Lucian

Rowan