Emberwood mr. blue sky

AW. Possibly joining.

He didn’t have a set course—Akavir simply existed for the moment. The closer he got to the valley of his birth, the more apparent it became that the herds had thinned greatly. He could have turned back—should have, really. His parents had been reluctant to see him journey out once more, but he had assured them he would check back in.

He didn’t want to do it so soon, though, and it was that youthful and stubborn thought that had him coursing along the foothills of the mountain, tempted to stop by the creek to see how everyone was doing. Was Talos even still there? Would she even care to see him?

But a familiar scent pulled at his nose as he came upon a thick forest. Champagne eyes blinked as he made to place it—and then the memory of the dark Kavik came to mind. Pausing, Akavir considered what this meant, narrow flanks steering him in the direction to investigate.

Stopping at the borders, the Mayfair lowered his nose, taking in the scent of those that placed this as their home. Snow began to fall—greying the morning and beginning to cloak the boy’s silver and black frame. He waited still, his muzzle tipping back as he called for an audience.