Moonspear some nights i feel like i have died

He dug at the burrow with an intensity that was at odds with his condition a mere month ago. He was not healthy by any means— merely better than he had been. Better enough that he could travel some distance. Kaylan would die if he stayed much longer on his own. He would make it back to Eir alive if he turned back the way he came. He wasn't sure why he dug. A badger's den no less. He would certainly come away with some wounds if the ornery creature were home. He was lucky thus far. There was no hissing emanating from the burrow. And digging was releasing some of his built up tension.

A voice interrupted him just before he would get too close to the badger for it to continue its uncharacteristic patience. He pulled away and turned. He was tense but no longer aggressive— at least for now. Merely cautious.

Recognition did alight in his dark eyes. Kaylan furrowed his brows in confusion. A low growl— soft and quick— escaped him as he associated the fiery being with his brothers. Floki had always been with her. Kaylan's eyes darted suspiciously. He both wanted his brother and hated him. His voice was a rumbling question when it was clear his brother did not accompany her, "Freyja?"