Bonesplinter Ravine i see the crimson thief, hanging on heartstrings

It will not be long now. He is hopeful that they'll reach the safe haven plotted out by Arturo before too many more hours spent on the road; Lotte is straining with the travel, and it takes all the wolves working in tandem to keep things moving smoothly. They stop from time to time to rest at the behest of the new parents, two wolves who are not the rulers of this kindgom, and while Pendragon wishes their children well he sees a swelling detatchment from the adults in regards to them. While the man is curious about what exactly transpired before his arrival among them, he does not question things. He is too tired. Having gone from being a bruised piece of refuse upon a beach to this, Pendragon isn't exactly healthy right now and he merely wants to take a break, recouperate, and get to their new home before he stops for good.

He does not ask to take the next round of sentry duty; in fact, he is off and roaming without a single command given, eager to map the world and find the safest path to safety. It matters little that he hasn't stopped since his arrival to this new place; there are children in need, a pregnant queen to protect, and growing unrest among the exhausted wolves of Teaghlaigh.

Pendragon is mindless as he patrols and he doesn't notice the grass thinning, or the rise of stone around him as he descends in to the ravine. The shadows are long and cold, but the light that thinly spreads across the soil is a relief despite its near ineffectiveness. Spring is on its way - perhaps already here - and despite this the sun has yet to have a chance to warm them up. Pendragon looks around lazily, his eyes lifting skyward and then squinting as he peers at the sun; a blustery wind pushes a cloud across it within moments, and the man is left beneath a moody blue-gray shadow of his own.