These nights never seem to go to plan

*Leon* · September 01, 2014, 01:25 PM

Well then, that was a nice distraction.
For some time he had wandered out of the oh-so promising lands of Teekon Wilds and right into trouble. Not terrible awful trouble but enough for him to get slightly roughed up, leaving him with a temporary limp and a few sore muscles and healing cuts that were hidden below thick dark gray fur. Nothing the Hughes couldn't take and it did help him vent some frustrations that had been plaguing him over the recent weeks. Part of the reason why he wandered off in the first place... but now that he was feeling better he was back.
The flatlands weren't something completely alien to the man but he hadn't had much time to explore before he left. He had spied the hotsprings from across the river when he was nearby the Plateau. Relaxing in a spring sounded nice; it would do his worn, tired muscles some good and revitalize him, but right now it was just too hot. He got enough warmth from the sun baring down on his dark back; he soaked up all the rays due to his dark coloring. So he wasn't keen on taking a dip when he could just bask and then retreat into the shade.
The sun was riding low in the sky by the time he made it to the hotsprings. The air was thick with warm, humid mist and he could already feel his fur beginning to get weighted by it so he meandered away a bit. That's when he saw her.
Good lord, was that really her? He hadn't seen her in... how long? Surely his eyes were fooling him. But as he adventured closer, he got a whiff of a familiar scent from the breeze that rolled in and helped clear away that stifling mist and give him a bit of room to breathe.
"Alf?" He stopped his movement as he spoke, one dark-gloved paw raised above the ground and his scruffy head tipped to the side.

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