[P] Just like the flowers that bloom and fall
Morrow | Wabanaki Coast

It had taken some time to get used to sleeping indoors again. The place that he and Tate had chosen was bare and full of potential - perhaps with some labor and the right materials, they would be able to make something quite liveable out of it. The combination of good reliable shelter, regular food and steady progress in his training had gone beyond recovering Morrow's body, and into the realm of improving it. These days he was stronger and healthier than he had ever been in his life; his body felt solid and reliable, a tool and a weapon to be used as Salsola and his trusted superiors saw fit.

Because of this, and the general robustness that could be attributed to his muddled ancestry, the hound found it easy to keep up with Kamari and the black birds that heeded her commands. On four legs he could run for hours without tiring.

Still he could not afford to be arrogant. For as much as his body succeeded, so too did it fail. Its betrayal still stung, a relentless thorn in his side that grew evermore pressing with each successful mission. Soon enough someone would uncover his secret shame, and then all this training - all this progress - would be for nothing.

It was easy to keep these dour thoughts from his head as they travelled, if only because there were more important and immediate concerns to focus on. As two loners, Bedlam and Birch could move stealthily and quickly, unobstructed by the natural encumberance of a larger squadron. But their solitude also made them vulnerable, gave them the appearance of easy victimhood to any would-be aggressors on the long trade road.

Kamari had travelled this route countless times, and knew the perils well. For Morrow it was an exercise in observation - in seeing, rather than being seen.

"Yes sir!" At her instruction, Morrow ceased his ranging and came obediently to heel. Dusk was creeping in on the fringes of the forest, and would swiftly be followed by nightfall.

There was a suitable parcel of flatland that would serve them well for making camp, under the concealing cover of a large oak tree. As Kamari melted into the middling gloom, the hound set about securing the perimeter of the area as he had been trained - checking for scent markers or disturbances that would indicate nearby inhabitants, and branching out into a wider loop of the surrounding terrain.

Dry autumnal leaves, crisped up by the day's golden sunlight, crunched beneath his large paws. He had not the gift for walking silently, as the Spy did, but nevertheless he made some effort to avoid the larger piles of debris.

After a thorough investigation, Morrow's sensitive nose found no trace of would-be assailants. Satisfied with this, he trotted back toward the big oak. His stomach had begun to rumble in anticipation of dinner - that was the one downside to having put on growth and muscle. He was always hungry!


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RE: Just like the flowers that bloom and fall - by Morrow Larue - 28 October 2021, 05:09 AM

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