Moving towards home only told him how much he had missed the familiar trickles of the beach. Heart thudding, he found himself almost concerned about the reception of his return. While the Halcyon had never held the wolf to such heights, he held himself so.
Bragi ached like the chorus had fallen flat and now there was no music left in the world. The stiffness in his side was accompanied with what appeared to be a gash, which was indeed a mark of his travels. The demigod felt closer to mortal than ever before.
Calling out, a resounding howl, his head hung with the effort. The faint stink of infection clung to him, No matter how often he cleaned it out. Snagged by a lynx that had been feeling trapped, the long walk home had been daunted by the inability to call out for assistance.
He would survive. He could see the grounds leafing outwards and heading around the loop to the cove in the distance. He just had to walk. To get there.
Maybe someone would meet him half way.
Jun 08, 2017 10:45 AM
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