Aplos Riverside

Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
Aplos River is a broad, slow-moving river originating from somewhere beneath the mountains of Spirane and feeding Iromar’s moors in the south. The northern parts of the river are known for their strong currents, with the water becoming slow moving in the south. The riverbanks vary along its course, ranging from soft hummock grasses to small groups of pine, and sometimes nothing but pebbles and sand. Crossing can be difficult at times, but it can be swam or bridged by fallen trees or boulders alike.

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His body aches from the injuries he had recently sustained; gashes and bite marks left upon his flesh from an accidental run-in with a puma’s kill. He only wished to rest upon this solemn night and after having left Diveen since the constant overturn of leadership, he had found a suitable enough den on the outskirts already formed by another in previous seasons.

It had housed him since he left the canyon pack and will do so until he decides to do otherwise. But for this night, he will not think about such things as he attempts to slumber within the darkness. It is not such a simple task when your entire body is wracked with burning wounds and sore limbs. With a grumble he adjusts himself for the tenth time this night, a huff admitting his defeat as he lays upon is belly with legs tucked inward.

The only thing that could possibly make this night worse were if someone unwelcome were to disturb him, and sure enough there was that someone.

Her body is first seen wiggling itself into his den as it blocks out the light from outside, before she suddenly realizes that he is resting within, and her voice takes place where he body had once been. An irritated growl is exuded within the confines of his home as his ears are lain back against his skull. It does not matter to the young boy how sweet her voice may be or how nice she truly is, he is bothered by her apparent need to interrupt his sleep. Not that he was getting much in the first place.

A grunt is given as he heaves himself upon his paws and moves to emerge from the mouth of the den, his eyes falling upon the golden smudged face of the girl first before looking about him and seeing the silvered male that accompanies her. They are older, larger, and yet Rune is a bulky child to begin with. His features show his obvious discontent with their presence. ”If you were looking for a love cave then move along.” he winces as his muscles twitch in anger, his boyish voice coming across as mean as he could manage. Rune was not one for being friendly, especially to those who bothered him.
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