Hideaway Strath with the bitter salt of blood

@Simmik / Dated for the 20th (or whenever works best!)

He could very easily have been branded as lazy for all the lounging he had seemed to do. Granted he found he was often granted with company in his lounging. However today he carried himself somewhere new to be a practical statue. He wished to discover the expansive parts of the strath. Away from the riverbeds and rocks. Out into a field.

The snow piled up plenty here, not yet warm enough to have melted the field into slush. Nor did the sun seem inclined to peer out from the clouds. Patroclus did not mind these things. He enjoyed it deeply.

He sought to find a particularly large build up of snow and wiggle his body into the miniature mountain of it. An odd sight for anyone who might see him.