Scattered Scents
12-31-2013, 12:35 AM
The snow had lightly dusted his pelt, footprints leaving a single lined trail through the woods before breaking out into a single line, the thin rabbit clamped in his jaws. It wasn't much this time, but it would do for now. Not only did he have to worry about Mercianne's missing daughter, but it seemed that the rest of her children would decide to disappear too while they searched for the girl. He sighed, green eyes full of thought and worry for the petite femme. He hated to see her sad, and hated to see her worry so much. But her worry would remain until her daughter was brought home safe and sound, and her sons too. But it seemed they were more capable of taking care for themselves for the most part. He would set out later to find them too, they had to understand the level of effect their departures were having on her. He emerged over the small sand slope, the coating of snow sprinkled on his pelt slowly melting away with the cool sea breeze. He stopped atop the hill, green eyes seeking out the familiar form he had come to recognize over the passing seasons. With a sigh, he continued his trek. The water lapping at the shore and washing lightly over the edge of his paws. Tail sweeping low over his hind legs as he move wearily forward. He had gone far to find this prey, and he was ashamed to say it wasn't much but he wanted to make sure that Mercianne would eat. She needed rest, as he knew that worrying over his scattered children could not be good for her. He approached quietly, paws making no sound as he came towards her. Without a word and with complete silence, he placed the scrawny prey gently on the ground and take a seat beside her. He sat quietly, gazing out at the scenery before them. Although it seemed like dark times, the world around them seemed to carry on like nothing was wrong. The water continued its beautiful song, the gulls flied to and fro over the sands of the beach, the breeze whispered and caressed their fur as it blew past. Without a word, he leaned slightly towards the small frame of the white femme, his nose touching gently upon the back of her neck. Was it comfort for her? Or comfort for him? He was unsure, but he would give that single touch nonetheless, soaking in her scent and the comfort that her presence brought him. It was strange...none had drawn out the the gentility he now held around her before...it was...new. "normal. talk. think. you" |
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