Wayward

The air in Aspen Dam was cool and damp, filled with the sound of trickling water from the river that wound its way through the vale. The young Morningstar stood at the edge of the river, his cyan eyes scanning the area for anything he could use. The tall aspens swayed gently in the breeze, their pale drunks a start contrast to the dark, rocky earth surrounding them.

He adjusted the ornate satchel slung over his shoulder, already holding a few promising finds: a bundh of sturdy branches that stuck out the top and strips of supple bark. "It must be strong enough to withstand the breeze," he muttered to himself, his voice low and thoughtful. "And graceful enough to do him justice."

Stepping carefully over the uneven terrain, Oath's gaze settled on a fallen tree just ahead. Its wood was aged but firm, its branches forming natural curves that reminded him of the lines of his brother's body. He lowered himself beside it, running a paw along the bark. Oath did not believe in coincidences, he believed in blessings.. his eyes closing as he fought the tears welling within them. There was no greater sign than this to prove to him that the Gods were in favor of his brother.