Lion Head Mesa soregh and murne and fast

@Ashlar

they'd come to this place, with some tenuous connection here or there—it didn't matter. the whispers between wolves informed him that the saints had done wrong here, too, and so perhaps they were to fight together. either way, surya was glad they had an ally in this mess.

that wasn't his concern at the moment.

what did trouble him was that it was here that he'd fought the great cat, and toppled from the cliffs; nothing had been the same after that. everything in his life had gone wrong since. so much for an act of kindness—he had only meant to save the girl—!

he found the place and stood there, upon the heights, the evening breeze surprisingly balmy for the lateness of the season. he sighed, and refused to look down; he feared what would rear its head if he did so.

and what if he'd died here? he wondered that, a lot, and now at his return, he couldn't help but sink into those ruminations. bathe in them. distracting him from. . .the issue at hand.