Emberwood am i bleeding from the storm?

@Delight
forward dated to 4/12!
yes he's singing fun. bc I don't take my wolves seriously at all LMAO

 

He was far from his home now-- the search for Lennon had so far been fruitless. Some streak of stubbornness, surely, drove him on still, ever-further from the safety of his borders. Or, maybe he could just admit his desperation. He wouldn't, but it was nice to occasionally entertain the idea of dealing with his emotions in healthy ways, at least.
The Governor crept from his temporary shelter, a hollow, rotting fallen log, with an exaggerated stretch of his limbs. A sigh escaped him, gaze drifting skyward. It was a crisp morning, lively and beautiful with the onset of spring. One he might have liked to share with Lennon.
Ali spared no thought for that now; without realizing, the boy had taken to humming his greeting to the world. Gradually the quiet notes morphed, and soon he was singing softly to none but himself.
If you're lost and alone, or you're sinking like a stone,
Carry on
May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground
Carry on
The boy paused a beat, tilting his muzzle upwards as he continued more quietly.
Woah, my head is on fire, but my legs are fine. The words trailed off to a lilting half-whisper: After all, they are mine.