Honeyed Pasture dread it, run from it.

@Smokestep & then later ford. ;D || whump phase i

the day is cloudy, but the sun still breaks through the clouds that float across the skyline to obscure it; warmer still than the days had been the past month. spring is upon them, wintersbane has no doubt. he takes time away from blackfeather woods, figuring that no one would particularly miss his absence. the truth was, he wasn't even sure what he was doing back there in the first place. when titmouse had taken him to relmyna's grave for one last goodbye he wasn't going to stay but something told him to anyway, to through his support behind the young pale pair though he is not sure he fully trusts them yet. the circumstances of his ultimate decision are still unknown to him and though wintersbane thought a walk outside of the territory would help to clear his head he's left with as many questions as when he'd begun.

there was nothing particularly special about honeyed pasture; aside from perhaps that the scent of prey was rather plentiful, the tall grasses offered plentiful cover for prey stalking and the few streams offered a refreshing drink. it's such a stream that wintersbane makes a stop at, bowing his head to lap at the cool water.