Stavanger Bay Smoking Embers

Setting: References The Sentinels, then moves outside headed towards Stavanger Bay. @Iaghe. @Fleurette for reference.

The morning before had been a disaster. From the moment he woke up from his nightmare, to Fleurette's attempts at comfort, to the feeling of shame and disappointment that made his stomach feel sick. He hadn't been himself, hadn't made the conscious decision to take off, yet instinct sent him running. Running from something his mind could not place, but consciously - though unintentionally - he knew he'd ran from Fleurette. A girl who a day ago had washed up on the seashore with no memory of her past... and he had left her. Sure he told her he would come back but that wasn't the point. The more he thought about it the more his stomach turned. Idiot Idiot Idiot.

He returned later that evening, with a rabbit clenched tightly in his jaws by it's ears, and made his way to their temporary den. It was empty. No sign of Fleurette and her scent was beginning to fade. Still it left a sickly sweet scent in the cave that sent shivers down Andr's neck. He spent the night outside the den, waiting for her to return, for a chance to apologize, but she did not return.

Early morning came and he couldn't wait any longer. He took hold of the hare and set out to find her. She was not his, she was her own wolf. But a wolf that only had pieces of what one seemingly needed to survive. The memory of survival and skills faded and was spotty along with all the others. And she had expected his help. Until he heard it from her that he was unwanted he would not abandon her... not again.

Unbeknownst to Andr Fleurette was returning, but along a different route into The Sentinels. One he would not run into her on as he followed the scent of her departure. He pushed through the trees of the Sentinels, breaking free of their lingering grasp upon him, and pushed onward in the direction of Stavanger Bay.