Stone Circle They are trying to do the unimaginable

Set to early morning, Prism Grove

He had listened.

Gunnar still had not returned.

That night, he slept away, not far from the cache. After the bear incident, there'd been a flip in his offense towards it. Tired, growing muscles ached and flexed in his sleep. Every day, their definition grew again, but they would not be the same as they once were. All he'd worked on had shriveled in large. Since he'd been home, the climb begun once more, and his journey would make new.

Staggered breath, deep and pulled from his expanding chest. There was tension within his lip, a film trespassing through his memories. Sunlight crossed through glass leaves, beginning to coax the shadows down to rest from the raised hill shielding his frame. A sad cave of grass and soil, just big enough to fit his body, and he still exposed. Deep in rest, it was the fluttering birds amongst a morning beautiful for him that tried to draw his mind away from sleep. Not sooner than the scent of @Tauris would seep along his skin and nose.