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All welcome. No more than 2, preferably. Set in Ethereal Eclipse. wc:302
Dresden didn’t know what to do beyond moving and moving and moving. He’d set his sights to the north and let himself drift forward for more months than he could recall. He didn’t want to think too much about how long he’d travelled or where exactly he was going. It dredged up feelings of homesickness that he learned he would be better off without. Wishing to have Lily and the girls in his arms wouldn’t bring them to him, just as it wouldn’t allow him back into Kobol. It only served to summon up heartache that hindered the mind numbing wandering that he’d prescribed himself. The male knew that he would have to stop his endless travel sooner or later, especially now that the air was becoming crisp with autumn’s arrival. Winter would not be far behind it, and travel for a single canine would become rather difficult.
The warrior had been traveling for the better part of the day, making his way through yet another unfamiliar forest. As the sun began its descent in earnest, Dresden pulled his steed to a stop in a small clearing with a nearby stream. The stallion, grateful for the break, snorted at the male and wandered to the edge of the clearing to graze once the male had dismounted. Dresden settled into building himself a small fire. Branches and dry leaves gathered, flint struck, and within a few minutes he had managed to stoke the flames to life. Dresden settled himself down beside the fire and untied the two hares that hung from his belt. They were the fruits of a successful hunt the day before. He unsheathed a dagger from his side and set to work on skinning one of the hares. He was certain that he could find a use for their hides.