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rarara! whooooo livesinapineappleunderthesea...
He had been waiting patiently. Days slid by, through the silvery-turned-gray of his fingers. As the mountain melted, so did Caillen's world - Talitha kept him clinging to the mountain, while he could have been basking in the sun by the oceans of the world. He had tried to leave, a few days ago, but thoughts of the ruby-eyed woman had drawn the dishevelled vagabond back to his temporary dwelling-place on Halcyon.
His body wanted her at night, and sometimes she would appear in the emptiness of his dreams, lurking ruby eyes and a warm body. He knew that she would come to him again soon - The wolfdog just had to be patient. He hunted with snares and ate the prey raw, not wanting to light a fire and alert the prowling nearby packs to his presence. As such, his maw had a slightly pink stain to it, dyed from the constant bathing of blood. He kept only two items, having since given the blue scarf to Talitha - The stags antlers, from that time so long ago when in a blind hunt he had taken down the animal sacred to his people, and the silver pendant of the Macha tribe. He wore the sharpened antlers, one tied to his arm and the other to his upper thigh by twisted tendons that he had tanned and made into ropes. The antlers worked as daggers and knives, and when the call echoed through his dank cave, Caillen had been sitting in the entrance sharpening them on a stone.
Floppy ears perked, and immediately the goliath froze, ebony nose twitching to pick up the scent of his lover. Obeying her tone out of instinct, the Merle Wolfdog rose hastily, leaving one antler on the stone and shoving the other back into the strapping around his thigh.
The male found her easily - Her sharp voice cracked the air like a whip. He sensed the discord in it, and was uneasy; hypothermia blue eyes gazed at her warily as he approached from the trees, ears backward slightly. The woman radiated with her anger. "Talitha?"