Qeya River I want you to remember me

           

 

hope this is close enough, Sia can't go any farther @Alessia

It had been almost three weeks since he had ventured outside the borders of his home. The wound on his chest was thoroughly scabbed over, the hardened layer pulling at his more sensitive surrounding skin. It was annoying, but it had yet to become itchy. From what @Tahani had told him, that meant it was still healing and was delicate. He had to be careful.

Of course he wasn't. At the moment he sat along the bank of the river, watching the water rush by. His green gaze was keenly scanning the water. The polar bear was taking a break from his little jaunt, annoyed at his weakness. He would need to return home soon, lest his family realize he had once again wandered off. Luckily Takiyok was away and couldn't tear into him.

He made sure that he stayed close enough to IkKanattuk to be of use if an alarm was released. He wouldn't be long, and would resume his patrol soon enough.
 

 

Aditya has left Morningside without a word to her, and something seems off within the pack — normally this might concern her, but something has grown hard and bitter within the yearling during her short stay. The confrontation, her isolation, Aditya's disappearance — her view of Morningside has soured quickly. So she leaves; wherever Aditya has gone, dead or off indulging his true devious nature, her debt has gone with him. She has no reason to stay.
The inkstain isn't certain what sort of masochistic tendency draws her toward IkKanattuk, but she finds herself following the river idly toward the pack. She wonders how they fare now — but only briefly, as she pushes the thought aside. That isn't her concern, either. But it seems she won't be allowed to keep the pack from her thoughts today — a moment later she catches Siarut's scent on the breeze, and spots him sitting alongside the river. Her posture stiffens slightly and she pauses, only watching him with indecision swirling through her.

           

 
He hadn't expected the scent of a known to waft his way, especially not Myreen's. Turning his head slowly to follow the direction of the wind, he caught sight of the girl standing not to far. He felt betrayed, and a growl rippled through his throat. She hadn't come to him with her problems, nor spoke to him about wanting to leave, a simple howl was all he got after taking her in. After accepting her into his family. The brute had thought they hit it off rather well, but apparently not.

He watched her warily, wondering if the shy girl would approach. He doubted it, she wasn't one that embraced conflict.