Greatwater Lake I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

-3C°, currently it is snowing and set during late afternoon. Located in Kintla Flatlands, greatwater lake | ooc notes: last thread before he heads back to Rusalka! Last of lost Rosencrantz <3 | Current Wounds: 2 broken ribs, scabbed shoulder (deep), chest (deep) and muzzle (shallow), multiple bruises

Three. He had counted the moon's cycles and today, give or take a few days or so, would mark the third week where he had been away from Rusalka after getting turned around a lost in the bog - before everything had gone down. Before seeing her ghost in the field of frozen flowers. Since that day he had been wandering for days, anywhere but there, anywhere but the field of flowers where the ghost of Rhaella had awoken the hatred he had allowed to subside. 

Three long weeks had gone by, and not one of those days were spent in bliss. He wondered about Tundra and how she faired, did she come by Rusalka while he away and believed he had abandoned her? He didn't even know where to find her in order to explain otherwise, to try and salvage that glimmer of happiness he had. Was she even doing well, did she find her home again?

Thick feet sank into the sandy bottom of the glacial lake, spongy as it devoured his toes while the snowy mountain of a wolf sat in the icy waters, looking out into the horizon. The soft current of the water tugged and pushed against his solid frame, washing away the dirt and blood that had gathered on his pelt in the last few weeks. Finally, he had found clean enough water to wash, and instead, he sat there soaking up the sunset while thinking of what had happened. The chill of the lake had long ago stopped stinging as his skin turned numb to the cold. 

A welcoming feeling for once.

No longer did he feel sore, angered or fear as he floated there in the sand with no sensation to ground him. For now, he was truly at peace.