I’m assuming that he is in Alexey’s cabin...? And is it okay if this is dated to the afternoon of the 5th? I keep forgetting >u<;;;
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Having departed from Anu and having explored the boarders, the woman turned back the packlands, falling deeper into her home. The scouts could take up the patrol, but the woad warrior did not wish to tire herself too severely. She knew that if she did not allow the wound to fully heal, she risked a wound that would hinder her movements for the rest of her life, and that was not something that she would tolerate. Without the means to live that passion for war, the warrior was nothing.
She paused alongside a cabin that she had never visited before. The scent that lingered here belonged to Alexey—the woad marked Adonis wondered where the caretaker was up to today, but the scent was not strong enough to elicit a presence. With a sigh, the woman leaned against the cabin’s wall, pushing her weight completely upon her left leg and alleviating the pressure upon the deep wound. While the woman’s ability to tolerate the pain was high, she could not help but feel the relief fall over her. She leaned her head back against the wood, those white orbs turned to the heavens that thundered with the threat of more rain. Alexey would be another she should speak to. She did not know what would be birthed into the world when the time would come, but she knew that she would have to leave the litter in the female’s care. With such thoughts crossing her mind, the warrior closed her eyes and breathed in the world that was silent—only it was no longer silent.
The woad warrior pushed herself from the wall, turning her head to gaze briefly into the darkened cabin. The black fae knew that she had heard something, and she saw now something curled within the corner. For several more moments, the white orbs watched it intently and found that it moved. A strange mood seemed to come from that place, and the woman felt that it was not a good thing. Carefully, the woman strode about the edifice, seeking the entrance. The rhythm of her step along the wood was uneven for her limping, but it lacked the sound of the Spear, which she held at an angle. Carefully, remembering how such a thing functioned, the warrior opened the door and moved inside to the place that had been seen from without. The scent of a vaguely familiar member wafted strongly to her upon the still air, and for a moment she watched the prone form.
Slowly, she set the Raven Spear against the wall and felt its song grow dim with the lack of contact. She approached the young creature, her ear swiveling to the place where another scent lingered. She did not know what a fox was doing within the house, but that was not her main concern. As the woman struggled to lower herself to the ground, she felt heavy, encumbered by the black life growing within her stomach. Her movements grew awkward as her right leg was held stiffly for she could not yet bend that knee without the danger of ripping the wound. But with a soft breath, she finally settled upon the wooden floors. Silently the warrior leaned over, her right hand reaching forth to gently touch the boy upon the shoulder. She saw now that he was not sleeping, and that his eyes were open. There were a great many emotions that flowed strongly from him, and her touch sought to comfort them. But she was silent, as she was these days. Only the white orbs sought gently the eyes of the other.