Bramblepoint eighty-fifth

tags for ref or joining! just setting a scene <3

the wolves of the red palace settled temporarily in a forest of fruiting trees. the air was sweet here, and senmut murmured here or there that one berry or another might make a fine vintage. "let us come back to this place when we return to akashingo. we will bring a great lot of these home with us."

the woodland was deep-set and moss-grounded. senmut helped @Machiavelli and @Legend to pitch their camp, leaving the perimeter to @Zaahira.

food was gathered and distributed; they ate and spoke quietly. the prince insisted on first watch, and true to form had made his own bower not far from the others, fully given over to the greenery and trees without a single pelt of comfort from the divine palace. it was as he wished. austerity was responsible, and he had grown spoiled.