Word Count ( 0.366 ) By Noelle! I apologize for the wait. >.<
His lips were drawn in a thin line. His dark brown cloak, hooded with pale reindeer fur along the inside, was wrapped around his body. A particular stain across his left shoulder was evident even with the sun now casting across the sun and sinking until tomorrow. His light blue eyes were narrowed, glancing here and there at every movement as his ears twitched with them under his cloak. Long, black strands of hair curled around his face, noticeably, it stuck out more so on right. Underneath his cloak and carried over his non-injured shoulder was a brown bag, inside held his dagger. Of course, the man was cautious, overly so now that he had drifted away from the pack enough that he did not make it back before sunset. He had been… distracted. Out within Drifter Bay, there was a particular place which flowers typically grow. It was frosted now, due to the winter season, but he couldn’t help wonder what it would look like at the correct time.
With each breath visible in the air before him, he strained his injured leg, moving faster now. He wished to make it home as soon as possible. Night brought many troubles. Had he been uninjured, he wouldn’t be in such a rush, but with injury – especially to his dominant left shoulder – he was harmless and could not defend himself well enough to go unscarred. He slowed, eying the soft dustings of snow here and there before once more, his pace quickened. The limp and uneven steps were beginning to become quite noticeable, even at the sound of it. Wolfgang could not be light-footed like a shadow elegantly stalking through the trees at the moment.
The hybrid spied an overhang, slowing in pace simply to make sure no other beings were around. Those spots were popular in his former Kingdom. His eyes narrowed, and he froze still at the sight of a man, sitting with his knees pulled to his chest. “Cold?” His voice unchanging from the typical emotionless tone, he rose it enough for the man to hopefully hear. Should he react with hostility, Wolfgang would take his leave, if he should not… he would approach.
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