The Heartwood Kita

sometimes he lagged, sometimes he sleepily mumbled a prayer. often times a plea for strength to continue onward until they found somewhere to slumber.

eventually his prayers had been answered in the form of his strong arm leading them to their final destination. at least the final destination for the time being. a temporary haven in the woods.

you have an eye for these things, tired, exhausted but genuine.

he wasted no time in making himself at home here. dug just a hair into the cold earth to offer himself a comfortable cradle, while leaving room for the hunter.

when his eyes fluttered he dreamed of somewhere warm. a bed covered with furs and mosses. they snapped back open to be greeted with the cold and the snowy figure of his company.

oh how he desperately wished that He might bless them with a warm day soon.

do you think you may ever speak?

a soft hmm followed it. simply curious and driven by his exhaustion to ask such trivial things.