Trudging Blindly
06-27-2015, 02:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-27-2015, 03:05 PM by Deivad.)
The winter season was coming to an end very soon, Deivad could feel it in the air, see it in the lands. The cold temperatures were slowly rising with each day, becoming coolly warm then dropping suddenly for a few days, not ready t give way to spring just yet. It was probably one of the man's favorite times of the year, the transition from season to season, being able to see how the land morphs and what the animals of various species do to adapt. It was particularly nice knowing that the blizzards would be coming to an end for some time, giving his poor body and eyes a rest.
For now the man was just resting in a cluster of pines, laying atop of pile of branches the wolf managed to break off from the lower portion of already dying trees. Why waste perfectly good branches on a healthy tree? It had to of been about midday at the moment, so Deivad would look to only spend a few more minutes here before moving on with his journey, and within the next few days head back to the group and see how everyone was doing or hear any thoughts they had to voice to him. Speech Thought Others |