Mudminnow River fiend

whether he had been given permission to linger for now or not, the plague-dog stigmata loomed ominously in the distance; a jagged shadow on far outskirts behind even the backwoods that heralded the hollow's realm. he kept from sight - for the most part - and dedicated himself to hunting two territories out so that his presence wasn't pronounced in the surrounding areas. but he always returned near.

for @Indra.

on the first night he had called out - a deep and swaying monody dedicated to her name and his promise to her - but ever since then he had been silent, the mood to bid for her attention failing him each time failing him each time he remembered that she would always choose her sister. over her friends. over her mates. maybe even over her own son.

so he skulked; this time, away from the mudriver, aiming to piddle about the pack borders for a time, hoping to catch a glimpse of the august enchantress claiming his bitter soul.