keep me close, keep me warm

He had spent enough time healing that he was going stir crazy. Altavro's wounds were almost entirely healed, but they still itched like none other. Still, he was doing better. He wasn't delirious, he wasn't hallucinating angels wherever he looked or anything like that. Which had, in turn, meant that it was time for Altavro to seek out the wolf that he had promised to help. He had been invalid for long enough that he was worried about her; was she doing all right? Had she grown lost in his absence and fallen apart? It was a foreign thing for Altavro to worry so much over another wolf, but gods above he was worried about her. She was going to get better if that was the last thing that he did.

And so Altavro wasted little time wandering from Valhallan territory; almost as soon as he was well enough to walk, he was heading for the edge of Valhalla's lands and enough beyond that they would not be trespassing. Erani was forgiving, Altavro knew, but perhaps she wouldn't appreciate the appearance of a stranger on her lands. As soon as he had voyaged past the edge of their lands and had carefully settled down, more tired than he should have been, Altavro cocked his head back and let loose a howl, calling for Albatross.

As soon as his jaws clicked shut, Altavro settled in for the impatient waiting.
He needed to know if she was doing all right. It was a strangely important thing to him, her being okay, for reasons he didn't entirely understand.



"Speech"

in just one day