Snowforest Taiga LXIII

his voice lifted for thorn caller.

for sun stone.

they had gone. they had not come back.

dispersal was not unheard of, especially after such upheaval. 

perhaps it was how the redtails must be.

mountain boulder called once more, and then licked his jaws free of flying snow with a whine.

Can be a cameo if you don't want to respond. <3

The tundra was like the Wastes, like home. Bitter daggers of wind slashed at his face, lavender eyes squinting to mere lines within an endless sea of black. The man's steady, stalking steps in the fresh snow emitted a steady crunch, crunch, crunch, but otherwise he was silent.

A cry on the wind. Notes of sorrow, of longing. Silas stopped, lifting his head to listen to the other's song. Searching, searching... they were searching. A familiar chord resonated within his own heart. Empathy. It had not been so long ago that he buried the bodies, the only time in his life he'd allowed the tears to flow.

Would he respond? No. What consolation could he give to the seeker? He had none. He lowered his head again and continued onward. Perhaps he'd catch sight of the one who sought, perhaps not, but a silent wish for mercy, for relief, he sent their way.

no this is awesome, thanks for joining! <333

it was not the child of red woman who answered, but a man hooded in obsidian. he reminded mountain boulder at once of shadows deepening upon snow as sun fell behind a ridge. 

snow shadow took his attention for a moment. but then mountain boulder took up his cry once more, beseeching thorn caller.