- Jun 8, 2023
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.i'll be your calm, —————————
————————— before the storm!.
He couldn't get the smell of blood out of his nose.
When they parked for that night, they were on the swell of a snow-bluff, dug into shelters, the whip of mountainous winds curled over their fur like ice-covered claws. It was chilly, by all means, but he couldn't sleep. Batwing wasn't ever going to able to sleep the same. His best friend has lost the very thing that he claimed as his- his mate. So short lived, if Batwing's intuition was on point- and normally, they were, with these things.
His green eyes lifted to the sky. It was speckled with light, clear from clouds. The moon was hidden from them. His ears flattened gently at the thought of that. The stars would welcome Little Wolf, but his personal god wouldn't call to her. Birds didn't fly right now- not near, not after the warning the owl had given to the rest of them. For that, Batwing was appreciative. Some part of him wished he could take flight and murder that bird personally, bring back a talon or feather as a keepsake and trophy. He wanted to ease the pain his friend was feeling, anyway that he could.
Speaking of, green eyes swept back towards the group now, pushing to his paws as he moved to find Hailstorm.
@HAILSTORM.
When they parked for that night, they were on the swell of a snow-bluff, dug into shelters, the whip of mountainous winds curled over their fur like ice-covered claws. It was chilly, by all means, but he couldn't sleep. Batwing wasn't ever going to able to sleep the same. His best friend has lost the very thing that he claimed as his- his mate. So short lived, if Batwing's intuition was on point- and normally, they were, with these things.
His green eyes lifted to the sky. It was speckled with light, clear from clouds. The moon was hidden from them. His ears flattened gently at the thought of that. The stars would welcome Little Wolf, but his personal god wouldn't call to her. Birds didn't fly right now- not near, not after the warning the owl had given to the rest of them. For that, Batwing was appreciative. Some part of him wished he could take flight and murder that bird personally, bring back a talon or feather as a keepsake and trophy. He wanted to ease the pain his friend was feeling, anyway that he could.
Speaking of, green eyes swept back towards the group now, pushing to his paws as he moved to find Hailstorm.
@HAILSTORM.
"speech"