Swiftcurrent Creek when you’re down, when you fall

aha I have no self control. forward dated to the 19th
@Zephyr

More days went by, still no signs of his guardian. At first Phillip kept a level head. His return was a bit delayed but it was alright! He was probably just doing something important and he'd be back soon. But every night ended up the same. Phillip would wait at the edge of the forest with his little bird for hours and nothing would come of it. His anxiety rose by the day and it soon boiled over. He couldn't just sit and wait anymore. He had to do something.

The journey was, to put it lightly, terrifying. When he traversed unknown lands, Alarian was always by his side so he didn’t worry about anything. Without him, everything was much more scary than before. Every noise sent a jolt down his spine, it was cold, he was starving. It had quickly occurred to him that he hadn't the slightest clue how to hunt.

Twig.., he murmured with in a fluttering tone. I'm hungry, was what he wished to say, but the words died in his throat. He peered at his shoulder to look at the owl, who just silently stared at him. Phillip sighed and sat by the waters edge. His mind began to wander and he thought of Midar. How he called him weak. He was right.