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Conflict - Frederick - October 31, 2024
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Once again, Frederick found himself wandering from Swiftcurrent Creek. Perhaps he was looking for Adrian, or perhaps he was seeking out @Milan. He felt torn between the two, wanting to stay by the woman's side--her face engraved in his memory--but feeling that, although his place was temporary, he had a duty to the Creek. A loyalty, somewhat. He recalled he and @Lestan's first conversation, by the river.
For a moment, as if guilty, he looked back behind him, the mountain that stood tall beyond the creek almost scolding his behaviour. Beckoning his return.
Now, though, as he scanned his surroundings, he realised that he had wandered far, almost back to the meadow where he'd hunted that deer for the gifter of the necklace that hung around his neck. Frederick sighed, conflicted. A minute, two minutes passed where he stood in silent, thoughts turning like cogs in the back of his mind, before he continued strolling forwards, hopping up onto a boulder where he'd posture himself in a seated position. Then, he tilted his head back, calling for anyone around.
Someone, he thought. But Milan was who he hoped for.
RE: Conflict - Milan - October 31, 2024
A howl sounded out. A delightfully familiar voice, one she could not help but bound towards. Frederick, her dearest companion, the only wolf she truly longed for.
She saw the ivory hulk in the distance, tilted her head back and let out a long howl to alert him to her presence.
Her tail was high and waving, an unfamiliar confidence beginning to shine through.
RE: Conflict - Frederick - October 31, 2024
A call rung out. The familiarity of it made Fredericks tail start to sway back and forth, almost as if it had a mind of its own. A little brown dot was approaching at a speed that he easily translated to enthusiasm, and the sight of her was almost enough to quell his worries. Almost. His face was weary, seemingly comfortable on the rock as he awaited the womans presence.
He wondered if she still wore the flower he picked for her. He hoped that she'd notice that he wore the necklace with pride--forever and always, until the flowers wilted and the hide became weathered, it would sit around his neck like a trophy.