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the way they always do, When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
The elder had been largely unspectacular in the pack for the past two weeks or so. He had been around, if barely, fulfilling what was expected of him in his role as an acknowledged member but not going beyond what was expected of him. It was a combination of grief gripping him, a general malaise that might have been allergy based, and of late, the scent of the Issum combined with that of the Issor, and the knowledge that any feelings he may have been harboring secretly for X'yrin were irrelevant now.
He trudged through his days, eating like a bird rather than a wolf, donating most of his kills to the cache. When he managed to make a kill, of course; his ratio of successful to unsuccessful kills had plummeted a bit. He was keeping his distance from the others as well, and had not bathed or trained with his spear since the beginning of the month. Asgeir's fur was a mess, though not as bad as it had been when first he had joned Sangi'lak.
When Jaden's cry gathering the nomads together came, it broke through the fog, or began to. The man stopped in his travel across the Expanse, began to answer the call, and then stopped to take a closer look at himself. He was appalled at what he had allowed to happen, and he knew the others would be, too. Asgeir turned on one tan foot, and strode with more purpose than he had had to the lake. In the somewhat chilly waters of Adlarto'K he scrubbed the grime from himself quickly, before stashing his spear in his segment of the caves and shifting to Secui. His fur hung in chunky pieces from the damp, but he would be alright. Asgeir made his way up the winding path to Celebration Plateau. He nodded his head silently at the Issum, then to the young jackal he had trained with, the only others there, and took a seat apart from both.
You just wish the trip was through
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