July 26, 2014, 05:17 PM
For @Razo - set before this thread.
His foray in to the north appeared to be a bust — no matter which direction the path led, the scent of Fox dwindled in to nothing. He thought he had caught it a few times towards the west, but attempting to cross through that section of unexplored country had left him exhausted and dejected. It was about time that the warden turn around and begin heading towards home, even if the thought of returning empty-handed made his stomach churn and knot.
Moving south would take hours, but Njal was determined - as he always was - to get the job done. The venture away from the creek had given him some time to think and put things in perspective; most of this thinking was done deliberately as a means to avoid contemplating a more dire turn of events. What if Fox never returned? What if she had fled the territory in order to leave the wilds entirely? Or, perhaps she had been taken against her will. Njal worked his way south until the ground became inundated by resting water - a tell-tale sign that the wetlands were somewhere close. He chose to avoid them. Slogging through silt and slime was not his idea of fun (plus if Fox had headed northwest from her den, she would have probably avoided such a catastrophically messy area - lest she was in distress). And again, his thoughts ran rampant.
Njal's course navigated around the wetlands, forging a path beyond that which was known to the wolves of the wild. He ended up teetering too far east, and after a roundabout hike, arrived near the edge of Duck Lake; the familiar sight of the waterhole made his spirits lift, until of course he realized how alone he was. His loyalty to Fox had led to a few days of hiking, and then defeat. With these thoughts settling across his tired body and sinking in to his bones, Njal's pace slowed to a crawl: he lurched along with a forlorn stride, his expression as overcast as the sky above. The only positive thing about being so close to home was the thought of his little family, which he had not seen in days.
Moving south would take hours, but Njal was determined - as he always was - to get the job done. The venture away from the creek had given him some time to think and put things in perspective; most of this thinking was done deliberately as a means to avoid contemplating a more dire turn of events. What if Fox never returned? What if she had fled the territory in order to leave the wilds entirely? Or, perhaps she had been taken against her will. Njal worked his way south until the ground became inundated by resting water - a tell-tale sign that the wetlands were somewhere close. He chose to avoid them. Slogging through silt and slime was not his idea of fun (plus if Fox had headed northwest from her den, she would have probably avoided such a catastrophically messy area - lest she was in distress). And again, his thoughts ran rampant.
Njal's course navigated around the wetlands, forging a path beyond that which was known to the wolves of the wild. He ended up teetering too far east, and after a roundabout hike, arrived near the edge of Duck Lake; the familiar sight of the waterhole made his spirits lift, until of course he realized how alone he was. His loyalty to Fox had led to a few days of hiking, and then defeat. With these thoughts settling across his tired body and sinking in to his bones, Njal's pace slowed to a crawl: he lurched along with a forlorn stride, his expression as overcast as the sky above. The only positive thing about being so close to home was the thought of his little family, which he had not seen in days.
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looking for trouble - by RIP Njal - July 26, 2014, 05:17 PM
RE: looking for trouble - by Razo - August 03, 2014, 01:50 PM
RE: looking for trouble - by RIP Njal - August 04, 2014, 10:22 PM
RE: looking for trouble - by Razo - August 16, 2014, 01:46 AM