[html] Surries! I have a bad case of the Slows. ><
He wondered how anybody could do it. The wolf had gone to the city to find the wool shop that he had visited with Ember, but Halifax had wrapped her spindly streets around him and spun him round a few times before letting him go. Hemming was absolutely lost, now, wandering the streets without any sense of where exactly he was. If he knew whether it was before or after noon he would at least have an idea of what direction he was travelling, but the season of darkness was upon him and the sneaking hours of night, gradually transgressing into daytime, confused the wolf. Anyway, it wasn't like he had anywhere to be, and he wasn't in any rush to reach some imaginary destination. Wandering was nice.
It was wandering that pulled him down streets that seemed, on the face of it, uninteresting. His mind wandered as he did, reflecting briefly and with happiness on the summer that had passed. By now, the leaves were almost all on the ground, covering the roots of their trees like a crispy blanket. It had been a good summer, and he had learned a lot about himself and others. This was, perhaps, better than the learning he had done from books summers prior. Hemming was finding that he was more of a social animal than he figured, and was finding interactions at least as fulfilling as the deep thinking he had previously occupied his mind with.
His thoughts started to meander to one of his newest friends, and he reflected on the day they had spent at the beach, and the subsequent day they had spent excavating the whale bones from the sand. It was only a moment later when he realized that these thoughts had not emerged randomly from a cloud of ideas in his mind. Suffocated beneath a heavy iron blanket of the stench of blood was her scent. In the moment before he could consciously react, his hair stood on end.
Hemming found her quickly, kneeled at her side and resisted the urge to shake her. Instead, he carefully turned her on her side so that she wouldn't ingest and choke on her own blood. "Addison?" he urged with wide eyes. He had read how to take care of various injuries in books, but all that knowledge seemed to escape him in the moment he needed it. Nothing ever seemed this bad, anyway. "What happened?" Dumb question, perhaps, but though the facts of how the piece of wood found itself in her body wouldn't affect how Hemming dealt with it, her response would give him a good idea of how she was doing.
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