The Wall sammy was low, just watching the show

it had not been a good past few days for aditya. his failure to find the woman who had attacked his family, and @Dawn's almost certain displeasure at his taking off without word, was one thing. but that encounter, at the border? what the hell had happened?

he had panicked. lost his cool, lost his glib speech. and more than embarrassed as a result, aditya had fled the scene, weaving quickly through the plateau woods and finding a small notch along the wall, just past the edge of their territory. he would have had his tail between his legs, had he not thought he would trip on it if he did so. he had quite a long tail, after all.

but the heat of mortification rose all around and within him like the steam from the hot springs, and he sat down with a low whine. despite being so hot, he shivered. it was a clear night, but it was cold, and growing chillier as the moon rose. he wasn't built for this weather. the wind cut through his thin pelt like icy claws.

for a brief instant, he had an overwhelming desire to run and seek solace in the warm southern sun, down on the beaches there. he knew he could not--so the desire left him quite quickly--but, still. he thought.

he deserved anything he would get from dawn, when she found him. he knew that. and he would try to explain, as best he could, why he did what he did. but what was aviana's problem? she had found him in one of his worst moods, true, but he had bent backwards and more to try and make her feel safe and welcome. he almost felt resentment for her, to have been treated so without explicit cause.

sighing, aditya lay on the cold stone and rested his head on his paws. he would stay and watch the moon for a while, here. he wasn't quite ready to go back to the rendezvous site just yet.