The road is long

Pandemic D'Angelo · 03-29-2012, 06:37 PM

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The reflection of sunlight dancing off his fur seemed almost blue in colour against the perfect black of the wolf’s thick coat. This month belonged to spring and kept the urgent currents of the river cooler than he’d prefer, but not unbearable. The backpack he had acquired at some point in Freetown had been left on the shore of the wide river. Pan hadn’t brought much with him, but as the day had matured into a healthy afternoon with a spotless sky, it had slowly filled up with metals and rocks, and on top dozed the dead carcass of an unfortunate rabbit he had caught only a few hours earlier. With the ruminants of a dead empire found everywhere, the large male did not really lack resources to practise his skill, but there wasn’t enough to be wasteful, and he was certain he had found fragments of flint scattered here at some point earlier.

He was only knee deep in the leaping water, but he was more or less soaked anyway, from crouching into the masses of river every time he thought he found something worth investigating. The Salsolan hadn’t intended to waste his day like this, but here he was, wading around in the search of small metal pieces. Black muzzle remained slightly crinkled with the ghost of his dropping mood, but he knew well that he would be grateful for gathering useful objects later. He was no longer in Freetown, and would dine with his family in the evening. It was wonderful to spend some time home.

His first six months as an apprentice had kept him in Freetown more often than not, and although he had taken an extended leave to get some time in Salsola, he knew he needed to keep practising. And yeah, for that he needed different materials.

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