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Weatherwise - Wake - November 15, 2024
A cold front approached. Winter’s Wake knew that the wetlands would not make for a pleasant place to be once the temperatures dropped, but the further south he traveled, the wetter the land seemed to get, much to his annoyance. He inadvertently made a path for the marshland some due miles east, and in assuming (incorrectly) that it would get no better any faster if he changed course, the winterwolf surged ahead without deviation.
On top of this, no matter how gently he stepped, the earth squelched under his weight. It seemed there would be no hunting that overcast day. He expected to go hungry for the night.
To cheer himself up, he paused to admire his reflection in a murky puddle. But alas, this drab representation of himself brought him no joy either.
RE: Weatherwise - Esma - November 18, 2024
For the first time in a very long time Esma felt truly lost. Over the months she had not yearned to return to Riverclan, eager to explore the world that held the promise to answer her questions about gods. The fortune had smiled upon her all through summer and most of the autumn, until she decided to return to Riverclan in hopes to spend the winter months there. She knew that Ash Paw would never turn her down.
However, when she had arrived to her former home, she found it completely empty. No sign of any wolves living. She checked the former altars, where her mother used to leave gifts and they were long since abandoned. Here and there were remnants of, what could have been an offering to the bear gods, but no one had tended for them in a long time. Confused and clueless about, what to do now, she wandered northwards, back to the coast, where the weather was milder.
More than ever she yearned to meet John again - the priest had a knack of appearing in her life, when she needed her the most, but it seemed that now even he was more busy listening to his god than hearing that Esma was thinking about him a lot a quietly praying his god to send him her way. However, there was some god that had listened to her, for, when she stopped to have a drink, she saw just as dreary and lonely person as she did. However, shy and never the first one to make contact, she waited quietly for the stranger to notice her.
However, when she had arrived to her former home, she found it completely empty. No sign of any wolves living. She checked the former altars, where her mother used to leave gifts and they were long since abandoned. Here and there were remnants of, what could have been an offering to the bear gods, but no one had tended for them in a long time. Confused and clueless about, what to do now, she wandered northwards, back to the coast, where the weather was milder.
More than ever she yearned to meet John again - the priest had a knack of appearing in her life, when she needed her the most, but it seemed that now even he was more busy listening to his god than hearing that Esma was thinking about him a lot a quietly praying his god to send him her way. However, there was some god that had listened to her, for, when she stopped to have a drink, she saw just as dreary and lonely person as she did. However, shy and never the first one to make contact, she waited quietly for the stranger to notice her.
RE: Weatherwise - Wake - November 18, 2024
Movement in the corner of Wake’s eye drew his attention. A curious gaze turned to meet that of a young wolf, all stone and greige, saddled with tawny. His tail waved softly to see them, but they seemed hesitant, and for a moment he wondered if the other wolf had meant to be seen at all.
Ave,he called, his voice tempered with delicate encouragement. He wanted them closer, not further away if he could help it. His proud muzzle sniffed at the air, working for a whiff of their scent.
Female. Healthy. Alone.
That last bit of information was most important to him. Another lonely wolf made it more likely that he could earn himself a bit of company.
I am Winter’s Wake,he went on, closing the distance by only a few very deliberate steps. He would give her the ultimate decision on how close she wanted to get.
May I ask who you are?