Deepwood Weald luto et nivis

it had only been some weeks since he’d passed through this very territory with @Envy. but it felt like a lifetime, or whatever that corny fucking saying was. he told himself he was over it, but he often saw the ghost of her in his peripheral vision.

lorcan had made his choice. now he lived with it.

and thus, by living with it, he had to get a lay of the land. this is what he did. paws eating up ground, farther and farther away from the nice little den he had left his mate at. @Elowen could very well be pregnant—a daunting thought, truthfully, because lorcan had never thought he’d play the family man.

his trotting leads him into the path of a woman. staring up at a lone tree, almost like a believer at the altar of her god. lorcan is silent for several seconds before he clears his throat.