Porcupine Ridge When the chips are down

for when you have time <3

Midnight. Above the mountains, the Milky Way sprawled like a sparkling beaded shawl. Under cover of darkness Tousaint returned to his den and left it in ruin. From the earth he pulled his rooted sea lavender, stowing it hastily in the dried pouch made of woven kelp. He collected his treasures as well, and raided his most recent larder so he could scarf down the last meal he had caught.

He left with everything that he had come with- save for the hours he’d spend patrolling, the advice he had offered Chaudry, and the potential that the pack had had when he’d been a pledge. 

He cut a course that took him East before he looped back around, and approached the Ridge from the border most distant from the Vale- if Viskani sent her sons after him, he would prefer any altercation happen in territory that only @Muskrat could claim. He called for her, using short yips akin to the ones she’d used when she had visited last.

The boy’s cheeks were hot, flushed; he shrugged the kelp pouch so it might sit higher up on his shoulder as he waited. The scent of lavender was soothing, but it wasn’t enough.