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We were not born for life in the tunnels. - Artyom - February 10, 2020
Artyom, having delivered a fresh hare to @Dawn that morning, rested quietly alongside her for a time while she ate her fill. He set about preening the fine silver furs at the base of a lobe when she was done, eager to feel closer to her with a good grooming session before the duo departed their hollow to assume their respective duties.
He bid his mate a fond farewell and watched her go until she vanished between the foliage, then turned away to deliver what remained of his catch to Whitebark's nearest cache.
Task complete, Artyom assumed another hunt- this time, for packmates. With concern for Dawn's sickness and his monitoring of the nearby herds, he'd seen very little of his comrades. Nose to the ground, the pale ranger sought to locate any fresh markers that might lead him to the location of someone, for he was keen to socialize.
RE: We were not born for life in the tunnels. - Daylily - February 15, 2020
@Artyom
Daylily wasn’t feeling particularly great today. She’d been a little inactive within Whitebark Stream for a while, having fallen into a bit of depression. She couldn’t tell anymore whether her depression was causing her inaction, or the other way around, but it had become a cycle. The less she interacted with others, the worse she felt, and the less she did anything, the less she wanted to interact with others.
There had been a time, in Oakstead, in which she had spent days not really speaking to others, being so wrapped up in her own world, learning about herbs and going on walks in the forest and watching the birds in the trees, and the hares nibbling on the grass. She had reveled in the silence and in being alone. But now, having joined forces with Dawn and with the other members of the pack, this sort of thing made her feel… guilty. As if alone time were against the rules.
She meandered along, feeling sorry for herself, when she ran into Artyom along the path. “Oh,” she said quietly. “Hello, Artyom. How are you today?” But the words came out dully, and her eyes lacked their usual gleam.
RE: We were not born for life in the tunnels. - Artyom - February 18, 2020
He did not find any suggestion of a pack-mate having passed through - but one found him instead.
On recognising Daylily, Artyom eased to a halt to observe her approach. He offered a warm smile and a friendly way of his thick ivory tail, though the noting of her rather forlorn demeanour brought him cause for concern. She'd been impossible to locate since they felled the deer together, since her awkward gathering for her Imbolc, and the gilded hunter felt guilty for not having found her before.
Muscles slackened, his earthen gaze regared her more softly as she acknowledged his presence. "I am well," he said, a lobe swivelled backward to communicate his concern, "thank you. Is everything alright?"
He offered a shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen and kind words of assurance, but ultimately there was nothing that could be done to make Daylily feel better. Artyom could understand the weight that came with pining for the closeness of family, so when she wished for time alone he reluctantly carried on with the day.