occ: set a day or two after the storm
It was day three or four Birk had spen in the unknown South and it finally had dawned upon him that, while the general (very general) direction was the same, the lands were totally different. The further down he went, the less familiar the landscape became. He had a choice between looking for a way back or exploring onwards and after some deliberation he had decided that he had nothing to lose. And therefore he stayed.
One meagre hare carcass is hardly enough to fill a grown up wolf's belly, therefore Birk had left the Two River Isle (of course, he did not know it's name - for him it was just a forest) and moved a little eastward. There in the distance loomed another tree-line, promising the hungry loner a chance to find another meal. However, before he got there, he would face a little challenge. Ice.
The blizzard had done a good job at concealing the large frozen lake and Birk realized the trouble he was in only after he had walked way too far to hop back on the safe and unslippery shores. There, where the snow was thinner, he slipped and fell on the side with a loud thud. And, while there were blue sparks and stars dancing before his eyes, his only thought was - boy, was that embarrassing!
It was day three or four Birk had spen in the unknown South and it finally had dawned upon him that, while the general (very general) direction was the same, the lands were totally different. The further down he went, the less familiar the landscape became. He had a choice between looking for a way back or exploring onwards and after some deliberation he had decided that he had nothing to lose. And therefore he stayed.
One meagre hare carcass is hardly enough to fill a grown up wolf's belly, therefore Birk had left the Two River Isle (of course, he did not know it's name - for him it was just a forest) and moved a little eastward. There in the distance loomed another tree-line, promising the hungry loner a chance to find another meal. However, before he got there, he would face a little challenge. Ice.
The blizzard had done a good job at concealing the large frozen lake and Birk realized the trouble he was in only after he had walked way too far to hop back on the safe and unslippery shores. There, where the snow was thinner, he slipped and fell on the side with a loud thud. And, while there were blue sparks and stars dancing before his eyes, his only thought was - boy, was that embarrassing!
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Silver Forest Vanhoover - by Birk - January 28, 2017, 02:21 PM
RE: Silver Forest Vanhoover - by Mawk - January 31, 2017, 05:36 AM
RE: Silver Forest Vanhoover - by Illecebra - January 31, 2017, 12:36 PM
RE: Silver Forest Vanhoover - by Birk - February 04, 2017, 02:30 PM
RE: Silver Forest Vanhoover - by Mawk - February 12, 2017, 05:07 PM
RE: Silver Forest Vanhoover - by Illecebra - February 17, 2017, 01:25 AM
RE: Silver Forest Vanhoover - by Birk - February 19, 2017, 05:01 PM