- TRESPASS -
The heavy rain brought out odd scents in the soil. A strange dampness that followed her from Insomnia to Waterfall peak. The river there was dangerously swollen, and she swallowed nervously at the sight of it. She moved on, heading to the edge of the territory, where the entrance to the Armada market place lay. She had never been, and in the wee hours of the morning and pouring rain wasn’t exactly the time to start.
Honestly, she wasn’t sure what exactly brought her out there, but she felt a strange unease deep in her bones. The shadowy girl sat at the edge of the border, taking in what scents she could beneath the pouring rain, and closed her eyes. It was then she heard the strange cracking, the cry of some wolf in the distance. She couldn’t make out the words, but she could hear the urgency. Crux! She knew it was wrong, she knew there would be consequences, but she did it anyway.
She plunged past the border, and ran towards the Col. She didn’t know this territory, she didn’t know where he denned. “Crux, Crux!” She cried. She ran up a ledge into the Col, staying just above the waterline. She saw many things in the water. Supplies, and debris, washed away. She made a grab for some rope, and felt it brush against her paw. She stretched a little further, and grabbed it. She chucked it around her shoulder. She might need it to help Crux. Where was he? She saw Riya exit a den with supplies, but no Crux behind her. “Crux!” She cried again. Could he swim with that leg? She pictured his awkward gait, and picked up speed. She tied the rope at the sturdy point at the entrance, and dove into the den, the water propelling her forward, towards him. There he was! “Crux, come on, we need to get out of here!” She said. The waterline in the den was rising dangerously high. The little wolf struggled to angle herself closer to him. The rope wound about her leg.
"Triss" & "Crux"
