Deepwood Weald stacks of paper

Post dated to 1/5, after the Towheat thread.

No news was not always good news. After his—ahem—meeting with Towhee, he head learned nothing new of Raleska or Rusalka. He did his best not to give up hope, but he thought it might be wise to put his search on hold until spring rolled around. Hefting himself through the wilderness when the snow was this deep was not particularly easy. With his allegiance loosely aligned with Jomyo's crew, it probably made the most sense to keep his search limited to that area. Once the spring thaw came, he could return to Towhee's neck of the woods and see if she had come across anything new.

Still, he had to get back to Jomyo, and that meant crossing the wild yet again. He was a little more weary this go around for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was the double-fuck he'd given Towhee. The Tartok wolf was rather pleased with himself for that one, even if he would never get a chance to see the results. Trundling through the weald, he sought out signs of any other wolves, lest they know any clues about Raleska's whereabouts.