What the Cat Dragged In
11-09-2014, 09:38 AM
A faint sound, that of crashing and general ruckus, fell upon her ears. With narrowed brows Astrid turned into the wind, trying to locate the source of it all. What on earth? She sighed, shoulders sagging under the weight of her curiosity, and turned her paws due north. Two measly hills stood between herself and her quarry, and she traversed them at an easy lope. While she would crane her neck hesitantly, hoping to catch sight of whatever might lay before her before it saw her, as soon as she discovered her uncle's decrepit body she would rush headlong down the rest of the slope. "Uncle Baldur!" she gasped. "What on earth happened to you?" Astrid had not seem him for quite some time, but her memory was sharp. It would take more than a few wayward seasons to wash his pelt, build, and markings from her mind. He was thin, painfully so, and adorned with new scars. Why lay about in the middle of the day, was he sick? Certainly malnourished, but beyond that she could tell very little. And curse it all, she knew next to nothing about the herbs in this area and what they might do. She let out a hiss of frustration and scanned the horizon, but whether she searched for help for for danger she couldn't say. Of all the rotten luck, and curse the gods along with it. Their morbid sense of humor was wearing on her... |