Silver Creek time

on a whim

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in the early hours of dawn, Casmir dragged himself out of the den he had once shared with Laika. her scent had faded completely now from the skins that lined the floor, and the boy felt within himself a savage emptiness. and so he crossed the little ridge that led up from the shelter and meandered quietly along beside the frosted stream, his breath rising in a white plume. the forest was still, wholly devoid of noise save for his own footsteps — the Mayfair stopped moving and stood in a reverie, until his ears filled with the sound of his own heartbeat.
unbeknownst, his steps had led him near to where @Rowan Mayfair made her den, but Casmir was not thinking of her now, nor her children. nothingness spiraled in his mind as he stood alone in the wintry forest, and for once he was at peace, and took hold of it and clung tightly to its truth.[/tr][/td][/table]