I was killed and born again; Posted on December 9, 2025 at 05:34:42 AM by Wane
He shouldn't be here. He knows this. He knows that he has left the one most precious thing to his sisters ungaurded, but he had to check on Moon. For weeks now he has lingered in the liminal spaces of Tinuvel, scenting the air for any trace of his sister. Warwick's herd has grown, and the cacophony of smells is overwhelming. Perhaps Moon has gone.
He is not sure what drives him north to the Inlet, perhaps a desire to understand the island of Tinuvel better, or to make sure Moon isn't there, but it is not long before a sudden and harsh gale pushes him deeper into the territory. The wind bites deeply through his winter coat, snow whipping up from the ground and stinging his eyes and snatching the air from his nose.
Wane puts his rear to the wind and squints, searching the whiteness for the toothy grin of trees. He shuffles forward, and there, an infintesimal break in the whiteness, he sees shelter just ahead. He makes a break for it.
The wind rips through the sentinel trees, casting white snow as if it were sun rays through the trunks. Wane slips downwind of a towering pine a little further in and breathes out heavily. Branches whip overhead and the trees moan all around him, but he will take his chances here rather than in the open where he is sure to freeze to death.