It's All Going Wrong
06-10-2014, 04:00 PM
He had been gone for far too long, though it wasn?t as if he was gone because he wanted to be. Vahva had died from the sickness. Others had fallen ill with that same sickness. Meili... had died. All around him Valhallan?s seemed to be suffering, whether from the sickness itself or from those who were falling sick and dying around them, the male wasn?t sure what to think or do anymore. He had been working to provide food for as many of the Valhallan?s as he could, working himself harder than he ever had before. Had been. After Meili's death he had left... and would not be returning to Valhalla. Finally he forced himself to make time away from the pack, to go check on Emily. He was shivering, snow falling across his back as he carried a rabbit in his jaws. He felt horrible for not coming to see her sooner, but the pack had needed him, and getting out of the lands with so many in need was not easy. He would approach the area Emily had made her den, under a fallen log and partially dug into a soft area of the ravine. He would pad to the entrance, setting the rabbit down in the snow before calling in a weak voice. ?Emily...?? "Normal. Speech. Thought. You." |