09-08-2018, 09:42 PM
This felt wrong. Snowbound gets knicked, the malicious Pitt killing and maiming the inhabitants, and he just runs? Initially, that wasn’t the case, as the wolverine fled to Sunhaven for aid, only to get turned down, barring the paltry herbs given in coverage based out of pity. Following that, the mustelid assumes all hope was lost, living life like a nomad.
Until now.
Why here, one may ask? Why transpose stomping grounds with the people that denied safety for him, along with others? For starters, Sunhaven could perhaps hold their own in a similar situation, unlike his previous home, which fell to the enemy in nothing flat. Also, a group based upon trading surely would have greater a number of alliances over one as isolated and passive as his prior habitat.
One thing he noticed from hunkering by the edge of the territory was how fresh the air was. Snowbound’s gelid oxygen bit at your lungs with each and every breath, whereas the salty ocean spray here provided a relaxing coolness which freed the mind. Also present was an irreplaceable mountainous backdrop, whereas before, you couldn’t see five metres in front of you due to flurries and powder. This place was the prettiest spot he’d ever seen, though the chilly sensation of snow crumpling beneath your paws was an experience Wendell would miss. Oh well, a sacrifice for what he hoped for a better life.
A single shard of negativity remained in his mind following his last interaction with the folks here: would he be welcomed? Assuming that the people from before stuck around, memories about his almost-demands would linger, but as long as they understood that it was for a justifiable cause, harmony would ensue. This time not wandering too far into the clan’s territory, the wolverine took a load off at the rim of the region, patiently waiting for someone to catch his offbeat scent of both Snowbound and his body. Optimistically, his residence here would be welcomed. Optimistically.
Until now.
Why here, one may ask? Why transpose stomping grounds with the people that denied safety for him, along with others? For starters, Sunhaven could perhaps hold their own in a similar situation, unlike his previous home, which fell to the enemy in nothing flat. Also, a group based upon trading surely would have greater a number of alliances over one as isolated and passive as his prior habitat.
One thing he noticed from hunkering by the edge of the territory was how fresh the air was. Snowbound’s gelid oxygen bit at your lungs with each and every breath, whereas the salty ocean spray here provided a relaxing coolness which freed the mind. Also present was an irreplaceable mountainous backdrop, whereas before, you couldn’t see five metres in front of you due to flurries and powder. This place was the prettiest spot he’d ever seen, though the chilly sensation of snow crumpling beneath your paws was an experience Wendell would miss. Oh well, a sacrifice for what he hoped for a better life.
A single shard of negativity remained in his mind following his last interaction with the folks here: would he be welcomed? Assuming that the people from before stuck around, memories about his almost-demands would linger, but as long as they understood that it was for a justifiable cause, harmony would ensue. This time not wandering too far into the clan’s territory, the wolverine took a load off at the rim of the region, patiently waiting for someone to catch his offbeat scent of both Snowbound and his body. Optimistically, his residence here would be welcomed. Optimistically.