Reunited

Time had passed since their chance encounter. While he worried for her wellbeing, Wilder also understood that being in Oleander's care, the healer wouldn't allow anything to happen. At least... that's what he told himself. Day in and day out as he tried to recuperate his own symptoms while also helping those who needed it. Gathering wood, hunting fresh animals, attempting to keep the blight to the woods from spreading to neighboring tree systems. If it spread from Mile-high Woods to other territories... More than just the Armada would be in danger.

But he had reconvened with Basilisk and Ignita about the tainted meat they'd all been eating, a relief swept through him. He could go home. To his den. To... Vesper. The idea of being able to see her again did spark something in his chest he wasn't ready to admit. They were friends and he cared for her wellbeing. Didn't want Oleander to abuse her. Didn't want Basilisk to give her back to the slaves that had tortured her.

Once everyone was settled and he had a moment to head back to the Col, Wilder wasted no more time. His symptoms were slowly getting better already after a few weeks of fresh meat and some albeit restless nights, it was still sleep. Large paws drum over the damp ground of the woods as he makes his way to the Col. His den isn't far from the woods since he'd specifically chosen one as close to the wilderness as possible. As he's almost there, a scent catches him and his paws stop in their tracks. Vesper.

Following it, Wilder hurries as much as his still weakened body will allow. Approaching her slowly, he stops a few feet away, his slowly wagging tail giving away how his heart sped up a little bit at the sight of her. "Vesper," Wilder begins, a small smile spreading over his charcoal lips. "How...Are you okay?" He asks, unsure if he could close the gap between them or not.

"Wilder & Vesper"