10-20-2018, 02:53 PM
He hadn’t many friends in these parts, despite it being a month subsequent to his underwhelming introduction, and, when added to how on edge the wolverine was due to recent happenings, Wendell’s primary sentiment as of late had been discomfort. With great optimism, tonight would fluctuate that, as an escape from what ails you will often heal you.
Camping had always remained an exploit that the mustelid was skeptical of. Why leave the comforts of your insulated walls, warm floors, and protective roof, merely to deliberately hang about in a tent for a night? Some saw it as an adventure, others saw it as a chore, and Wendell saw it as both. Though, precious commodities such as food and drink were to be administered, and that was unceasingly a good thing. Upon arrival, the quivering wolverine was pleasantly dazed to see that, not only was chow provided, but warm chow, the discovery of which transmitting a shockwave of relief throughout his chilly frame. The eves had not taken their time when ranked with cooling down, which affected Wendell notably - the fact being an ironic one, as he had spent a month in hiemal Snowbound. Perhaps he had gotten used to Sunhaven’s climate already.
Ensuing a good glugging of tea, and waiting for his turn, the Brit encroached. "My name’s Wendell Harrowsmith, and I know most of you," he’d begin, offering a reassuring glance, ”ahhh, I enjoy fine food, good drinks, and laughter. I was thinking about writing a book at some point, but I’ll wait ‘till things aren’t exciting before I do that.” Likely saying more than he needed to, he’d bow his head, before concluding with ”I’m looking forward to see what becomes of us, as a group”, afterwards finishing up his cup of tea. He was anticipating whatever festivities Marina had planned - oh, he hoped she was feeling better.
Camping had always remained an exploit that the mustelid was skeptical of. Why leave the comforts of your insulated walls, warm floors, and protective roof, merely to deliberately hang about in a tent for a night? Some saw it as an adventure, others saw it as a chore, and Wendell saw it as both. Though, precious commodities such as food and drink were to be administered, and that was unceasingly a good thing. Upon arrival, the quivering wolverine was pleasantly dazed to see that, not only was chow provided, but warm chow, the discovery of which transmitting a shockwave of relief throughout his chilly frame. The eves had not taken their time when ranked with cooling down, which affected Wendell notably - the fact being an ironic one, as he had spent a month in hiemal Snowbound. Perhaps he had gotten used to Sunhaven’s climate already.
Ensuing a good glugging of tea, and waiting for his turn, the Brit encroached. "My name’s Wendell Harrowsmith, and I know most of you," he’d begin, offering a reassuring glance, ”ahhh, I enjoy fine food, good drinks, and laughter. I was thinking about writing a book at some point, but I’ll wait ‘till things aren’t exciting before I do that.” Likely saying more than he needed to, he’d bow his head, before concluding with ”I’m looking forward to see what becomes of us, as a group”, afterwards finishing up his cup of tea. He was anticipating whatever festivities Marina had planned - oh, he hoped she was feeling better.