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infinite - Roscoe - March 15, 2019
@Lilah
There was a sickening punch to the otherwise crisp morning air. It's tendrils of whisps blowing steadily across the eastern valley as golden eyes drifted from one landmark to the next. No matter how old he was or what was on his mind, he always seemed to gravitate towards water. It never seemed to be intentional but it was like a part of it was calling him back as though it were telling him what it expected.
Plowing through what looked to be an unmistakable swamp, Roscoe skirted what water he could avoid in lieu of staying somewhat dry. As unkempt as his fur was, caking on mud was not on his agenda. Though as he traveled through the slough he followed along the nearest mountain until he began a steady ascent up. He didn't intend to go very far but he was also an over-eager student with no teacher to guide him except the sun.
Too many times his subconscious told him to turn back and go down, he was glad that he had a knack for being stubborn. In the expanse of the mountain side he came across what looked to be a giant lake of water nestled neatly at an altitude he hadn't expected. The tawny boy wandered closer to its edge, a great wonder and excitement burning at the cusp of his nose.
RE: infinite - Lilah Silverback - March 16, 2019
She had snuck away from the creek, wandering far past the forest that lay beyond the creek this time. Nobody would stop her, she had learned this by now and though she knew if she got caught coming back into the territory by Grayson or another man she would be in trouble, she didn't care. The morning was chilly and held a bite to it that made it somewhat unpleasant to breathe but even so she explored until she came upon a lake.
At the lake was another wolf, a man with dark fur who seemed to be drinking from what she could see. Her ears shifted atop her head and she slowly moved forward, going to the edge of the lake a good ways from him. She lowered her maw and drank though her violet eyes were raised to peer at him nervously, as if he would try and hurt her at any second. To match her nervous glances, her muscles were tense and quivering, tail tucked as she was ready to bolt. She was beginning to regret not asking Harrison or Dawson to accompany her.