Hushed Willows tangled hills and tiny verio singing

lmao... also omg i am so tired. working half my scheduled hours for a week in two days was insane. and i still have two more days to get through. @___@

It was a wonder that the Keep was still standing given the way summer had gone. Even with Warbone absent from its helm, it seemed to be swimming along just fine. It was a small comfort to know that at least here, they were away and safe from the cougar, and with a much larger pack at their back they had better chances for food. Contested food, no doubt, but at that point any morsel was a morsel more than they would have potentially had out in the open wilderness.

Mordecai only made a noise in agreement to Stark's statement however—it was also good to see the rain. Whatever inclination he had to return to the Crook was ebbing away; it was too easy to listen to the rain patter across the otherwise dry earth. If it would push the greenery to come back in, then perhaps the herds would truly follow. Maybe then they'd be better off to feed themselves.

"Guess it's that time of year again," he said, daring a glance upward with his one working eye. "It always seems to get rainy all over at some point. Last year we had some pretty bad storms that came ashore," he added, though he did not remember exactly when such had happened. But he had seen the onslaught of such... and was also hit with a painful reminder that those discoveries had come along their journey to the Hollow.