Bramblepoint the one minute

going to go ahead and wrap this up with my post. <3

i'll keep that in mind, wintersbane says, through teeth gritted with pain as it resounds thru him like waves lapping at the shore. he appreciates the advice, truly, but struggles to show it in the correct way. not with every fibre of his being on edge and the strong desire to get as far away from moonspear as he can.

first, get as far as i fucking can from this place, he would walk until his leg told him he could not walk anymore. i don't know. maybe try to find survivors and make something new. it feels a bit insensitive to say when the echoes of the collision and rumble are still far too fresh in his mind; replaying like a record stuck on repeat.

maybe duskfire glacier. he murmurs out loud, though mostly contemplating to himself. i must keep moving, he offers as a way to excuse himself, itching to put as much distance between great bear wilderness and himself as he realistically could with an injured leg.

with that said, he excuses himself, limping away, hoping along the journey that he might stumble upon more survivors.