through water and mud
cifarelli - seasonal
Marauder
Scout
10-25-2023, 01:23 PM
He traveled west. Why? Who knew? Maybe because he wasn't quite ready to go home. Instead, he wanted to linger. To think, to consider, to just be. Scald was ready to be his own self. A wolf that wasn't attached to a pack or to any King who thought he was better than everyone else. Any time his father crossed his mind like that, he felt a particularly nasty feeling in his chest. One could see it on his face as his lip quivered with agitation. This much was apparent as he moved north past Ashen and farther toward the coast. He figured maybe if he made his way toward the islands that rose over the water there, he might be able to cross a few familiar wolves. If he could find someone familiar... Maybe his mood would get better. Or not. Rain began to pick up and quickly. What was once a deserted, arid, and desolate place was soon a rush of water. Scald stops in his tracks as he stares at the river that was not there a few minutes ago. His coat is soaked to the bone as the rain continues to pelt him from above. Minutes ago, the sky had been clear, blue, and absolutely perfect for a winter day. The breeze that had rushed by should have signaled him to worse weather, but his grumpy attitude had chosen to ignore the rolling storm. Scald had failed to recognize the signs of a flash flood. Cursing under his breath, Scald turns to head north, along the newly formed river, hoping to find a place to cross. It isn't long before a dead tree has fallen and lays securely over the river's width. Hoping onto the tree, he quickly makes his way across with agile paws and his eyes half-closed. Today was not going to be his day to die! Once on firm ground, though now muddy and slick, he continues to hurry along through the terrain. Ahead, he sees another riverbed, but this one has yet to fill with water and mud. Yet... 347/1500
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