Herbalists' Cache faithful john

there wasn’t a time when wintersbane had asked thade if he needed to stop and rest, that thade responded in protest, in which wintersbane believed him. sure, he was old enough that he should be able to make the trip as easily as wintersbane himself but the boy was gaunt with malnutrition and neglect and the rabbits wintersbane and thade caught were not enough to undo months of damage. it would take months, wintersbane suspects, to get thade back to a healthy weight and coat sheen.

for all of the tundrian’s doubts, though, the boy does a fairly good job of keeping up …until he doesn’t. wintersbane peers out of the corner of his eye as he notices thade lagging behind. knowing that he would probably be met with the same protests as before, wintersbane mashes his lips into a terse line to keep himself from fussing and asking the damned question again. thade appears to be very stubborn …a trait he no doubt got from his mother.

the dewy grasses tangle ‘round his ankles as he pushes thru them, only pausing to turn back to thade when he calls out to him; an inquisitive hmm? humming in the depths of his throat. i think i wanna stop now. wintersbane fights to keep the relief off his expression, watching as the boy then, promptly, plants himself on the ground. good. wintersbane rumbles his approval, backtracking; and lowers himself into a sphinx-like position before the boy, a keen eye watching the neutral landscape behind thade. it’s a not a bad thing y’know. to take a rest.