Emberwood am i bleeding from the storm?

ooc: phone post for your phone post :p 

he shouldn't tread as far as he does but. he doesn't want to be back yet, still feeling raw and roughshod. ah, well, look at him: grown enough to recognize the pack won't crumble without him. maybe a little sad that's the case. (hey delight, how many of your problems are self created?)

he needs to think.

he can't think with all that singing. who's singing? the saturnine knight slows his pace, creeping forward curiously toward the stranger's voice. they're not hard to find: delight chuffs cautiously, hesitant to interrupt their (for he can't quite tell yet their gender) ... whatever it is theyre doing, even as he comes close enough to be seen.