Wapun Meadow Already wrote several letters to you

Set for June 9th, before any of the major threads. @Arlette

There was a dull, stinging sensation working its way up the side of his face as he walked through the meadow—a reminder of his defeat.

Defeat.

The word alone left a sour taste in his mouth, even without being spoken. His face contorted to reflect his disdain, the scowl beginning to turn into a permanent component of his primary expression (but wasn’t it always?). That he lost to a creature as tiny as her was embarrassing, truly; he remembered a time when he could say he was undefeated but, like before, another had come and taken that title away from him. As he relived the memory, he snarled. What right did anyone have to take things away from him? Why did they take? With a forceful shake of his head, Alexander tried his best to ignore the thoughts, the realisations—he wanted to ignore everything, honestly.

As he attempted to ignore the world around him, he also happened across the creek. Without an ounce of hesitation, he shoved his face down into the water and simultaneously pawed at his wound, causing the sting to intensify and pull all of his thoughts towards the wound itself, rather than the events that led up to it. He kept his face in there for what felt like ages before his lungs demanded that he pull his head back out and up, letting the water drip from his fur along with the now-fresh blood.