Ravensblood Forest cold door handles

Throughout the time of him supposedly ‘healing’, the Rogue snuck off of the pack lands while @Ruenna’s back was turned. She was an extremely observant individual, and it more than likely would be noticed that he had snuck off again. But he just needed some breather room. He was tired of scarfing down bitter plants and gagging on snow. The Ntima also had to pry himself away from her because he was just embarrassed to be tended by the one he had accused of being a Spy not too long ago. Hell, as watchful as the silver was, she might have been!

Limping through the thick groves of forest, the brute ignored the fever that was coming on until it peaked again. He wouldn’t even admit to himself that snow seemed like a really good option for now - nope, wasn’t gonna day that, at all. Fuck a snow.

Instead, the true sate, the sea, looked before him. And with a wobbly lope, the young male sprang forward and threw himself into the frigid waves, appreciating being united with the water again. It seemed like he was always too hot for his own good, and needed to be here a minute. Or atleast submerged, for a while. Last he had enjoyed the opportunity to swim was when he had met-

his mind drowned the thought before it had come to lay siege on him again. He wasn’t going to say her name, no. Not even going to mention her. He knew nothing dealing with her plight, and he had been on denrest when her departure was. For once he was glad he had missed something. 

Under the gentle cold waves, the dark navy wolfdog matched his salty surroundings. Though he had to to angle himself differently to accommodate his wounded neck, he felt even those muscles loosen a bit, allowing him to return to the serpentine self he was in the waterworld

But everything needed to breathe, and he had lungs. So pulling himself up, he had come to see he was a bit further out than expected, and after inhaling again, he threw his body against the freezing  embrace, and followed the waves to shore.