Cloud and shade
06-13-2015, 02:18 PM
The land suited his mood more than it might have otherwise have done. Katja had come to him not long ago and given him warning that she was moving the pack. It's not that he hadn't believed her, but it hadn't really sunk in until he'd watched the rest of the pack disappear out of the lake region. It had only been Rommel's presence that had given him the strength to take the first steps to follow them, Rommel who had kept him from crumpling to the ground the further he got from his brother's resting place. He'd gone north with Yfir, but wished he'd hadn't. But when he'd wandered south once again - disregarding Katja's edict for healers to bring someone with them, because wasn't Rommel just as good as any Yfir wolf? - he'd forced himself to stay away from the east. He couldn't... couldn't go back right now even as drawn there as he was, a moth to the flame, because like a moth he wouldn't leave again, not alive. He'd lay down and die on Sigmarr's grave and he was perceptive enough to recognize his own self-destructive behavior and not put himself in that position. And so he was here. Curled up on a stump, staring blankly into the fog. He'd sent Rommel off some time ago, so he was alone. Alone, on a stump, in a foggy swampy forest, brooding. |
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