Stoke the fires

Fenix was feeling better from letting it all out. He simply revealed in the warmth of his companion. Just like that his romantic advances had been rejected. He didn’t find himself being hurt over it though. Her words were encouraging and soft which did well to quell the worst of his emotions. Of course the drop off wasn’t quick and his chest hurt but his sobs had settled down and he tried to relax his body against hers. She went to work as a healer and he remained quiet for the most part.

He sat up then, shaking the snow from his pelt. He’d rather sleep in a warm den, not the furred up room he’d been using at the mines. As such the man leaned forward to nibble on the dried meat. In turn taking up the herbs ignoring the bitterness of them. He pushed himself to his paws. Taking in a deep breath, he was far from recovered but he would surely die if he remained here.

"Lead me home, Bellamy." he said with more confidence than he actually felt. In the back of his mind he thought about that purple lass that he’d slept with. Should he seek her out and apologize? Probably not a good idea for a one night stand. Regardless he shook his head, beginning the walk towards Ethne’s direction.