Nova Peak hangfire

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the scents upon this peak have faded away from what he remembers. but still, every few feet, he will catch a faint drift upon the cool wind and be sent back to when times were softer.

turbulent, but still, soft.

now, the adolescent moves with swift, leggy strides over one of many rising planes of nova, his head upon a swivel. his paws burn from travel and his legs ache for a rest, and he is content to have it soon...

and soon comes quickly when an abandoned den comes into view. it is deep, wide; entrance draped in old, wilted lichen and foliage.

it is covered in the scent of his parents, and his sisters, and him... old, slightly covered up by badger stench.

he comes closer, and tucked within, he finds an old bear skin. it is pungent with the stench of @Skorpa, and his son's blue eyes swirl in quiet contemplation. drawing closer, he nips at the nape of it and draws it over his own shoulders.

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