Hideaway Strath Burn him down
May 11, 2021, 02:08 PM
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@Vein , Anyone else is welcome too ofc!
The boy sits perched atop a lone rock that overlooks the moor, his body nearly abstracted amongst the tall grass weaving around him, swaying softly in the night breeze. 'This place has yet to be called home,' he reminds himself before he gets too comfortable—Too relaxed.
Something about the wolves here puts him on edge. The scent they carry, the looks in their eyes. Fig may be young but he doesnt regard himself as a fool. He can see it, he can smell it.
It's why he hasn't given his name to any of them. Why he hasn't whispered a single word to anyone outside his embarrassing entrance.
He needs to figure out a way to get out.