Broken Antler Fen she comes to bring your kings to their knees

Skipping to morning with permission!

Jerrik laid to rest by his beloved, making room for Methuselah at his side. He slept soundly with his love by his side, but even she could not ward off the persistent nightmares that had followed him since they had left.

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One by one, Jerrik's eyes cracked open, murky grey in the dim morning light. He turned to look at his still-sleeping companions, blinking a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes. The sun was still low, yet to make its true debut yet, so he simply set about clearing the snow away from the still-sleeping forms of Majia and Methuselah. When he finished, he sat next to them, staring out at the slowly-awakening sun as he waited for the light to return. Perhaps Methuselah would awaken and they would hunt-- he did miss hunting with his brother. Yes, they had hunted plenty as of late, but it wasn't the same.

Though, there really was nothing to suggest that this would be different; nothing but a slightly warm feeling tugging at Jerrik's chest, growing with the glow of the rising sun. Maybe that was all he needed.