Broken Boulder he will stand before the throne

vilkas becomes aware of the setting sun in the horizon very vaguely. it doesn't truly dawn on him that dusk is settling over the world until he glimpses up from the his kill's corpse — a plump rabbit — as he sniffs out the food cache to realize that the world has been set ablaze. not literally, of course, but the orange of the defiant sun not yet willing to peacefully surrender to the encompassing shadows of night casts everything in it's fiery glow and the firebrand takes a very brief moment to appreciate it. he is not one for romantic ideals of sunsets or sunrises or any of that garbage and so his seaweed green gaze hastily goes back to his task.

he tucks the rabbit in the cache, rooting out and burying any meat that has the distinct scent of rot clinging to it — vilkas found nothing that smelled rotten to his expectations; a full pack meant that the meat from the caches were more or less fresh. still, he is thorough. satisfied, vilkas moves away from the cache and trudges towards the borders for a sweep.