LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home... Bahhh…. weeds. Lyndvarr frowned as he snipped away at a patch of dandelions, wincing at the bitter taste of the milk white fluid spilling from the verdant flesh. His stomach had been feeling slightly off since downing half a badger carcass, why the hell had he thought that foul smelling thing might taste decent? Laying the greens aside he carefully set to digging up the roots, claws biting into the earth as he dug. Satisfied with his haul Lyndvarr devoured some of the leaves before snatching up the others and trotting off to the pile of rocks that was serving as a temporary home.
Leaping on top of them he started setting out the dandelion bits to dry in the sun. As Lynd turned to leap off the boulder the wind shifted, bringing with it the scent of other wolves. One of the scents…. well, it reminded him a bit of his mother, even though it certainly wasn't hers. Hmmm… pale sapphire eyes narrowed as he left off the pile to follow the scent, hoping Lærke wouldn't get to irritated at him for wandering off like this. He'd have to ask if it bothered her.
Slinking low and in smooth strides he let the scent guide him, praying to the gods that it would lead him somewhere of benefit. Eyes widened as they rested on two femmes, one a pale white lady with dark blue eyes and the other… cloaked in ebony with mercury eyes and a stance that reminded him all to much of his sister. Was this his aunt? Was this the famed Katja Finnvi his mother used to talk about?
Carefully approaching the women he cleared his throat. "Hallo…" Crap what should he say? Hi, there, you look like my long lost aunt! Better to just ask where the heck he was. "Kan du fortelle meg hvor jeg er?" He felt his nerves rising slightly though on the surface he remained cool and collected.
