Felltree Marsh To love like a fool instead

Backdated to March 11th.

Alexander had lost track of just how many days and nights had passed since he’d left. He found himself wondering about Nunataq, curious of what she might be doing. Was she spending her time well? Most likely—she’d never been one to waste a day. He wondered, too, how the sisters were—were they even still alive? They’d left so long ago and no word or sighting of them had reached the pack, which made him wonder... had he left for no reason? Were his travels a waste of valuable time?

No, definitely not. No matter the outcome, at least he’d find answers at the end of all this—he hoped so, anyways.

The forest had faded away long ago, leaving him to travel across open plains. Despite his best efforts to ignore that which was necessary, he was forced to rest after finding a burrow to tuck himself away into, eyes shielded from the obnoxious rays of sunlight. And as much as it annoyed him to do so, he managed to keep himself there until the sun fell and the moon rose—at that point, he was able to abandon the burrow and continue his search, sensitive eyes spared. He stretched out his legs with a steady jog, though that jog quickly turned into a sprint as he caught sight of a hare; it was unusual seeing one out so late, not that he really cared. Food was food, no matter what time of day it was.

So he gave chase—

—but it was incredibly short-lived.

Just as he was about to lunge forward and clamp his jaws around the creature, he hit what was previously a decently sized puddle of water, but what was now ice. The hare managed to get away whilst the wolf spun out of control, unable to find his footing. The more he tried, the less he succeeded, until his legs finally just gave out from under him and left him to fall down against the ice with a sharp yelp. Shortly after, he finally stopped sliding, but the whole ordeal left him stunned and Alexander was forced to begin crawling towards true earth, rather than rise back up to his feet.