4/7/2026, 12:41 AM
It rained, today, in a way it hadn't for what felt like forever. Somehow it still felt as damned cold as it did in the middle of a driving blizzard, but that were nothing new. This land didn't play by the rules Cecil'd learned over long seasons of sun and snow.
The sky was as dark as it ever was.
There weren't anything to be done except hunt and hope, only by now the runes in their numbers had slowed, and there weren't much to begin with. Maybe it meant they'd found all there was to be found, and maybe it meant there weren't any point in trying anymore 'cause whatever had been leaving them was gone or dead.
Cecil didn't like to think it.
It was better putting themself to use somehow, even if the use felt doomed from the outset; dragging tree-branches and the like into an imitation of shelter, being as the mud-earth hogan they would've set up was impractical for a wolf's paws. Still, the little camp looked almost as if it'd been put together by humans and not wolves who thought like men.
The lakes sat fogged in soft rain. Cecil was hunting clay down the banks when they heard the humming, and brushed sticky earth off their forearms when they caught sight of her. Knew Elk Charm'd come south with Nate, walked alongside her with the rest- and couldn't rightly say much more than that.
But she sat crouched over a half-dozen fish, stripping entrails the way a hunter might skin his catch. Cecil had no clue whether she were human once or not- but the motion intrigued them. "Need a hand?"
The sky was as dark as it ever was.
There weren't anything to be done except hunt and hope, only by now the runes in their numbers had slowed, and there weren't much to begin with. Maybe it meant they'd found all there was to be found, and maybe it meant there weren't any point in trying anymore 'cause whatever had been leaving them was gone or dead.
Cecil didn't like to think it.
It was better putting themself to use somehow, even if the use felt doomed from the outset; dragging tree-branches and the like into an imitation of shelter, being as the mud-earth hogan they would've set up was impractical for a wolf's paws. Still, the little camp looked almost as if it'd been put together by humans and not wolves who thought like men.
The lakes sat fogged in soft rain. Cecil was hunting clay down the banks when they heard the humming, and brushed sticky earth off their forearms when they caught sight of her. Knew Elk Charm'd come south with Nate, walked alongside her with the rest- and couldn't rightly say much more than that.
But she sat crouched over a half-dozen fish, stripping entrails the way a hunter might skin his catch. Cecil had no clue whether she were human once or not- but the motion intrigued them. "Need a hand?"
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