Otter Creek I’m all yours

SUMMONS THE CUTIE @Reigi

As the months between the present and his incident increased, he found himself becoming bolder. The old Xan—that arrogant, fearless child—was finally returning. And although he knew, in the back of his head, that he should still practise caution when near the mountains, he’d abandoned that thought altogether and went beyond them; he’d done the same previously but, during that trip, had gone in a huge arch around the woods so as to not risk running into anyone from Blackfeather. This time around, he didn’t go through all of that but, instead, went straight towards the woods—well, not right to it, but in its general direction. He stopped long before the treeline was reached, hugging the part of the mountain that he’d descended from whilst nosing around the creek.

Every now and again, he found his gaze trailing over towards the woods—his old home—but he quickly looked away each time. He considered seeking out his father, seeing how he was doing and maybe catching up, but it didn’t take long for him to abandon that idea. Rather than that, he focused on trailing after a particularly plump otter—how many fish has this thing eaten, oh my god—eager to grab a quick bite to eat before retreating back to the other side of the range.