hale cometh down upon our spines

Strai didn’t really have a proper den. Just an outcropping that protected him from the worst of the weather. It was better that way, really. It gave him less to hold onto, less to trick him into feeling as if he belonged. He wasn’t going to be sticking around here forever. Just until he was strong enough to challenge that black demon again, and win.

He ventured out into the weather with a grimace. He was familiar with weather like this, of course. A proper northern storm was almost like home. But that didn’t mean he enjoyed the way the hale beat at his coat, leaving little bruises across the white of his fur. He trotted quickly through the worst of it, and stole a few scattered pieces of dry wood. By the time he returned it to his outcropping, it was half drenched.

He couldn’t get more than a small flicker of flames, which lasted barely any time at all before it pitted out again. Leaving him with the scent of wet wood and ashes. He was about to venture out again to see if he could get a better haul, when a familiar form suddenly shoved its way into his home. Of course it was a wolf he knew. He gave the colourful wolf a sour expression. Who else would trott into his house like she owned the place, and then bitch about his presence there?

he asked, pleased that he knew now which words left their mark on her. weakling she had responded well to that last time.

Wc: 276
Total: 593

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