4/3/2026, 5:03 PM
It'd been a bit of a surprise when Raisa came to him one evening and spoke of an obligation given by Wardruna. Bogart reckoned it made a great deal of sense. Both from what he'd been told and what he'd witnessed himself throughout the weeks, she was a valuable member and quick as a whip, of course Raisa would be entrusted with a journey of this importance. He wouldn't deny being a little worried though.
Where Raisa focused on her duty to Northfall, Bogart's focus was on his duty to her.
She wasn't terribly far along yet but she was beginning to show, at least in the eyes of a man who spent so long learning her. He could even note the subtle shift in her scent which only furthered this drumming concern. He didn't believe anything would happen... but the idea that something might kept him on edge—kept him close.
For the most part.
Bogart wandered sometimes, mostly when she rested, always on the search for useful plants to aid her nausea or soothe rising aches. He tried hunting, too.
This wasn't as fruitful as his foraging.
As they were nearing this Kingdom he thought looked a lot like just another meadow, a hare's scent drew him from Raisa's side. Bogart didn't intend to hunt it yet but he followed it far enough to assess where their path might ought to steer. Once done, he eagerly retraced his steps to return to her, barking out a thrilled, "Found a good trail we can...track..." Bogart hadn't noticed the pale wolf initially and therefore grew bashful as he neared, tail wagging all friendly-like. "Sorry. Sorry." He said to Raisa first, then to the stranger with a soft smile as he settled down on his haunches.
Where Raisa focused on her duty to Northfall, Bogart's focus was on his duty to her.
She wasn't terribly far along yet but she was beginning to show, at least in the eyes of a man who spent so long learning her. He could even note the subtle shift in her scent which only furthered this drumming concern. He didn't believe anything would happen... but the idea that something might kept him on edge—kept him close.
For the most part.
Bogart wandered sometimes, mostly when she rested, always on the search for useful plants to aid her nausea or soothe rising aches. He tried hunting, too.
This wasn't as fruitful as his foraging.
As they were nearing this Kingdom he thought looked a lot like just another meadow, a hare's scent drew him from Raisa's side. Bogart didn't intend to hunt it yet but he followed it far enough to assess where their path might ought to steer. Once done, he eagerly retraced his steps to return to her, barking out a thrilled, "Found a good trail we can...track..." Bogart hadn't noticed the pale wolf initially and therefore grew bashful as he neared, tail wagging all friendly-like. "Sorry. Sorry." He said to Raisa first, then to the stranger with a soft smile as he settled down on his haunches.
