OOC: 8D Hope you don't mind me affecting the weather a bit >.> Kodak moment alert :3 SoSuWriMo: 375 words
Kemo was of all places fast asleep at the moment. It had been a long day that day and he was fairly exhausted from the day's events. Ever since the day Ralla had left, hell he didn't even want to remember that day at all. Ever since then, however, he had focused on making himself stronger. He made sure to hunt every day, running through the forests and swimming in lakes and rivers for increasing distances to keep his endurance in shape, hefting rocks and logs to build his strength, and resting appropriately when needed.
Of course he was just on his way to do just that before the snow started really falling. Although he wasn't in any way unable to get to the hollowed out tree, he had decided to make a snow den, temporarily at least until the snow ceased to fall. He had done it many times before, growing up in the raging winters of Minnesota and on his journey to Nova Scotia as well, so it was no difference to him as he dug the snow den and curled up inside the blanketing snow.
The training took his mind off of things he didn't want to think about, faces he wasn't sure brought him pain or happiness anymore, especially one in particular. She haunted his dreams, echoed in his mind, and she was gone. He used her as motivation when he worked out, he used her to remind himself that the Moon was cruel, but most of all...despite everything that's happened, he missed her, and some could even so much as say...he loved her.
He still clung to that small possible hope that maybe she would return. She had returned before, she had told him there was nothing she wouldn't forgive him for, and she meant it. This thought brought a smile to his face even in his deep sleep, the walls of his snowy yet very warm den keeping him warm but also muffling him against the sound and merciless breeze, and the calling of his name by such a familiar voice. He slept on in his warm little snow den, unaware that he was no longer dreaming of Ralla, unaware that she was so close to him.
Kemo ”talks”, walks, and
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