Rainy Season

Hi hi! Hope I got the time of day right. I thought it was night at first, then realized it was actually daytime in your post. xD

Thoughts of work were far from the Kalderon's mind that overcast afternoon. Despite the fair weather, he'd had an off-day at the hunt, and so had resorted to patrolling the borders with hopes he'd make himself useful there. But after setting into his usual routine, he found his attention constantly stolen by the distant horizon, the dark smudges of what he thought to be a forest, the rise and fall of far off peaks. His nose still stung from where he'd collided with an inconsiderate birch, and his distraction had nearly sent him toppling over a jutting root more than once. To say his thoughts were not with him was an understatement: his mind was somewhere else entirely. While Malachi couldn't describe the satisfaction he felt when he caught scent of the others who called the Glacier home, he'd forgotten his love for other lands, a draw that had been rekindled in his journey to the Coast. Now that he was home he yearned to see more than just the same old trees and the same old mountain he had tied himself to and had passed time and time and time again. He wanted something new, something fresh - something he didn't think could be found here.

But the thought of leaving again brought him guilt, and it was for this reason he climbed the mount today. Perhaps, he thought, the thirst could be quenched by simply seeing the vast domain that lay beyond their island of a kingdom. It had worked before, back home when Adah had convinced him to sneak out with her just to dream. Of course, her dreams were nothing like his own, or like Benji's had been, for that matter. But the thought he'd be doing the same tonight brought a certain tightness to his bones - nostalgia, or apprehension. He'd had company then. Today, he'd be alone, without even the company of the sky to look down on him from overhead.

So truth be told that he didn't expect to find anyone at such a height, and he paused mid-stride when he caught wind of Scarlett's scent drifting from a while up. He struggled to pick her out in the white light, but he didn't need his eyes to tell him she was there. What she was doing at such an elevation was beyond him, and for a moment he considered turning around, leaving her to her own and him to his. But after a pause, Malachi set himself stubbornly against his reservations and drew up behind her, the crunch of the snow beneath his paws the signal of his approach.