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He had waited for her at the base of the mountain in the riverside yet she had not come, and as such he has found himself scaling the side again. This was not a feat done without challenge for he was built for the forest and the plains, not the rugged peaks yet he will go wherever she lies. He will seek to be near her, to share her warmth no matter the cost and his personal comfort is of little concern. Especially if he has to endure the pain that he had before; no, he would not be without her and he has made this clear to her. Even now, he has given her time, a season to get reacquainted before he inserted himself in her life again. Now she should be stable, well when they did get together for a romp in the freelands she seemed well. She was not as thin, yet she was lively enough, however it was not what he had seen before. He craved that spark within her, to see her glow, for when she smiled there was not any other that could compare to her beauty…inner and out.
Paws finally find him at the border, his nose keen upon the scents that ink them, easily picking out his great love from amongst them. She must have recently been through. Settling upon his haunches he contents himself to listening, ears perking at every sound, vivid eyes narrowing at each rustle of a tree. From where he stood, hidden beneath the shade of a pine, he could see the appeal, of the great advantage of being upon a mountain yet he could also see the disadvantage. If it were to be the scene of a siege the inhabitants would have no where to go but up. That meant that their numbers needed to be strong in order to withstand it or at least have a route in place in case of such a thing. Head turns at the call of a bird, its glossy feathers black against the green and his head cocks in contemplation.
”And of what class are you fowl?”
He calls to the black bird, unsure if it was raven or what, yet entirely pleased to engage it. It could thrill back or simply fly away; either action would not change the thoughtful façade that paints his striped face.
”I do think I should call for them, don’t you think?”
Ah, he is actually holding an conversation with a bird, it would seem that his Blossom is rubbing off on him. With a shake of his head he leans back to call, his howl long and strong against the thinner air. He calls for his love and for whomever wishes to come, be it healer or the lowest omega.
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