Anton's Training Continued

[Asfaloth]

So, Storm, you've watched him as much as I have, do you think he's ready?

 

He's as ready as he's going to be Mountain. if you don't push him now he'll never learn what he needs to be one of us.

 

You're right as always. Well, let's see how he does with the next phase of his training. He should be starting right about now, I wonder how long it will take him to find us.

 

Cresting a rise Burrich left the worn trail and plunged into the dense forest, careful not to leave any sign of his passing. In this John and Owen had taught him well and he moved through the forest like a ghost. It was nearing mid morning when a roaring sound caught his keen hearing and he began moving towards it. The trees began to open up and the ground to slope downward. Not long after Burrich found himself at the bottom of a valley and at the edge of a large pool of blue water. At the far end the sound of the roar, a waterfall, fell into the pool from the rocks high over head.

 

Before he had left Burrich had left a note where Anton was sure to find it with instructions that read.

 

“Anton, the next part of your training will show us how well you have learned. Use your senses to find me before days end if you can.â€

 

The note had given the man a location of where to start. This would allow his student to pick up his trail and follow it for a time until Burrich had made it disappear. From there his student would need to use his wits and senses to find him.

 

Burrich settled down to take a short nap, curious to see how long it would take his student to find the note and follow the trail he'd left.

 

OOC: Alright, have fun with this one. Remember that Burrich has much more experience at this sort of thing. He has laid several false trails and his scent has dissapeared in a few places as well. It will be up to you to decide how to pick the trail back up in those places.

[Wayfarer]

Frowning, Anton stood as he looked at the trees before him. Burrich's letter had told him to follow the trail and now he was at the point where Burrich had turned off into the treeline. This had become readily apparent because from this point onward Burrich's trail had almost ceased to exist. It was late morning, and Anton certainly didn't intend to waste time. That was why he proceeded slowly into the treeline.

 

It had been quite sometime since he had first come to the stedding and it had been a long process accepting who and what he was becoming. Well, it was an ongoing process actually, but the presence of wolves within his mind was something he could tolerate if not quite accept. The times he did speak with wolves were often short, and there were only a few he would allow to do so such as Storm and Silver. Wolves that were already companions to people, more used to them, not so intrusive with their thoughts.

 

There were other things that had developed with time as well, which had led to him 'expanding his consciousness'. It was a pretty way to describe himself using his enhanced senses that had been honed over his time at the Stedding. He could smell traces of Burrich's spore, his eyes picked out greater details in his surroundings that he otherwise would have once missed. It was these senses that allowed him to follow a barely discernable trail, one that lasted well over an hour.

 

An hour that ended in frustration, Burrich's trail simply vanished. There was no water source nearby to have destroyed the scent, there was nothing at all out of place for that matter. The problem with that was that it meant that he had no choice but to backtrack the trail and as the day warmed and approached midday, the scent was becoming weaker as it slowly dissipated.

 

Clever bastard.

 

Leaving his stave on the ground, Anton proceeded to shimmy up a tree. Burrich had led him a good twenty minutes further than he'd needed to go, no wonder that trail had been stronger past this point, Burrich had doubled back and gone up the tree Anton was now climbing. Following the trail over a few trees, he then managed to locate where Burrich had hopefully gone to ground.

 

Running back to his stave, Anton retrieved it before returning to the trail. Following it closely, Anton checked every tree the man had gone by to make sure Burrich hadn't shimmied up another. Of course, after a good fifteen minutes Anton found himself back at the tree he'd previously shimmied down, another false trail. If Anton had been more prone to anger he would have been grinding his teeth viciously. As it was, he simply retraced his steps to the original trail and continued down it further.

 

So things went for several hours, multiple false trails and even going so far as to find some exceptionally nasty leaf that when crushed had fouled his nose terribly with its vile odour. It had taken him a good twenty minutes not to mention some distance to allow him to clear his nose of the terrible stench.

 

It was late afternoon when Anton found a large pool of water by which Burrich was to be found lazing by. Disgustingly satisfied with himself no doubt, the man's training was occasionally threaded with pranks and jokes that Anton suspected had once been played on the man in turn. But Anton had managed the challenge nevertheless, for which there was a certain measure of pride. Withdrawing his consciousness as he approached Burrich, he didn't like to concentrate on it when there were foul odours like before or the current roar of the waterfall nearby that defeaned him to be found. Stopping before the man, Anton leaned on his stave as he waited for his mentor to speak.

 

 

Anton Averdal

Farpaw

[Asfaloth]

After a short nap upon his arrival Burrich had stripped down to his breeches and gone for a swim. He enjoyed the water immensely and after some warm up exercises spent over two hours swimming laps across the pond. Around noon he returned to dry land and reached into his pack for the lunch that he'd brought. A simple meal of bread, cheese, and fruit it was tasty and enough to sustain him until dinner at least. Burrich leaned back against the tree to allow the food to digest and Storm soon snuggled up next to him. ~How's the cub doing Storm?~

 

~He's discovered a few of the surprises you left him Mountain, but I'd guess he's still quite a ways out.~

 

~Ah, well in that case, I have a better way to spend my time.~ Burrich stood and stretched his muscles. Burrich had trained much with his axes already but lately Owen had been working with him to improve his hand-to-hand fighting prowess. He worked his way slowly through the exercises and forms that he'd been taught, pushing himself to move as fast as he could. It was easy to lose track of time and it was nearly dusk by the time Storm called to him from elsewhere in the forest.

 

~Mountain, the cub is nearing your location, and looking rather pleased with himself at that.~

 

~Thank you Storm. Could you do us a favor and bring back some meat for dinner?~

 

A brief flash of pleasure was sent along the connection they shared and Burrich knew it wouldn't be long before Storm once again proved his hunting expertise with joy and provided the three of them with dinner. Burrich built up a fire to roast whatever Storm brought in and waited for Anton to arrive. When Anton did arrive he stood leaning on his staff before Burrich, patiently waiting for some reaction from his mentor. "You have done well Anton. Your skills are advancing nicely I can see you will soon be ready to choose a division and do what you can to benefit the rest of the Kin. Sit, our dinner should be arriving any time moment now."

 

Right on cue Storm came bounding back into the clearing clutching the tails of two large badgers in his teeth. Burrich skinned the animals and then he and Anton spoke of life in the Stedding while they roasted over the fire. The meat was good and filling and Burrich let Anton finish eating before he spoke again. "Well, Anton, I need you to prove to me that you can enter the Dream on your own will. I will meet you there."

 

Mountain was waiting a few minutes before Anton finally arrived. It was good to see that he'd learned a semblance of control over the past few weeks. "I have shown you already how to travel through the Dream by concentrating on a location you know well. Now I would ask you to travel by a different method. It is possible to find a person, place, or object if you have a strong enough need to find it. To do this you will need to concentrate as hard as possible, not on that which you're looking for, but on the power of your need. To prove your understanding of this you need to find...me!" And with that, Mountain dissapeared.

 

He would lead Anton on a merry chase through the Wolf Dream until he was sure the cub could handle himself.

 

OOC: have fun!!

[Wayfarer]

Dinner was a casual affair, certainly not nearly as strained as the first meal that Anton had shared with the giant. Even though he was still wary around most wolves, Storm was one of the few that he had come to trust implicitly. Being around him all the time had left no choice, and the fact that Storm was tied to Burrich made it even easier. Their time together had led Anton to trust him, he had been one of the few that had helped him come to grips with what he was becoming and during that remember who he was. As had Janna for that matter, hopefully he would see her soon as she had departed the stedding to find locate another one howling as he had howled.

 

It was when the meal finished that Anton received his new instructions. The Wolf Dream, or Tel'aran'rhiod as others had called it. Burrich was quick to fall asleep, but Anton took a few minutes before he slipped away from the real world to a place of smoke and mirrors. Imperfect reflections where minute details seemed to blur, much like when was looking into a pool to see what lay beneath. It was this world that Anton awoke to. Garbing himself the moment he became aware that he'd made the transition, Anton looked to Burrich who was nearby and approached.

 

This was new, and something that would result in Anton having to hunt down Burrich yet again. Frowning as Burrich disappeared on him, Anton was struck once more with the loneliness that was Tel'aran'rhiod. There was no signs of life, like everything was held in a single moment, and even if it shimmered and gleamed it was no less lonely for that. Now he was to track down one of the few people to be found within the Dream.

 

Tossing his stave away, it vanished before it even hit the ground as Anton began to focus, closing his eyes even though there was no need to. Envisaging in his mind the shape and form of Burrich didn't take long, and it was this form and nothing else that he focused on. Frowning as he opened his eyes, Anton found himself exactly where he was before. Burrich was nowhere to be found.

 

What had Burrich said... Need was essential, it had to be strong enough to propel oneself to the object or person. Need... What sort of need? He needed to be finish this task is what he needed! Not that such a need was any good, in fact it was completely the wrong thing to need. He needed Burrich.

 

Shaking his head subconsciously, Anton frowned as he thought. How did he need Burrich? There were some ways he definitely didn't need Burrich, so he wasn't going to even think of those. Burrich... A friend, need his help... Ne-

 

"Agh!"

 

The sound reverberated as Anton let out his frustration. He didn't need anyone, he had friends and many of them but he never actually needed any of them. It was why he'd always been able to drift from one place to the next, there was nothing to tie him down, no need to stay in one place or another. Grumbling he kicked a nearby stone and watched it skip across the water. Where was he? Burrich needed to explain this t-

 

"Wha?"

 

There was Burrich grinning at him, but stranger than that he was no longer where they had been before. Amongst trees and heavy brush, he only got a glimpse of his mentor before the man disappeared again. He'd done it! But how?

 

He had needed Burrich for something. Not needed Burrich in himself, but for something very particular. That he could manage... Or couldn't. At least not for awhile, Anton found he was struggling to regain the same level of 'feeling' in his need for Burrich now that he knew how to do it. Before it had just been inadvertent, a side effect of his frustration.

 

It was difficult, but it was doable, and soon Anton shifted again. Then again. Each time Anton found Burrich it became easier to summon the same need as he became accustomed to it. After sometime of chasing, Anton discovered he could just maintain the need and he would shift with Burrich, and that was when the chase ended. Light, but it had been frustrating. While he enjoyed the success, he was glad it was done with.

 

 

Anton Averdal

Farpaw

[Asfaloth]

This stage of Dream training was rather fun, Mountain thought as he phased again to another location. He'd been to a waterfall and a lake so far, and though it took him awhile Anton had found him in both locals. Now he was going for something different. He stepped to the streets of Tar Valon, a place he'd never willingly go in the real world. Looking around he was amazed that people could actually live here. It was so crowded, and there were so many buildings. They loomed large on the street and made Mountain very uncomfortable. He was much more familiar and comfortable in the forest or at a lake, somewhere far from the crowds and hustle and bustle that came from living in a city.

 

Luckily, he didn't have to stay here very long since Anton was getting better at this need-based form of traveling. Just as Anton arrived Mountain winked at him and dissapeared again, laughing all the while. The time he had to wait was getting shorter and shorter, soon Anton was arriving just a split second after Mountain. The lesson was over. Mountain made one more jump, back to the campsite where they'd started. A look of shock crossed Anton's face as he realized they were staying put for the time being.

 

"You've done well Anton. Now, as I've warned you before, you can't get any real rest here and you have another challenge ahead of you tomorrow. I hope you're up to it." Snickering to himself, Burrich left the Wolf Dream and went directly to sleep without even stopping to wake and check on the cub. Tomorrow would be interesting.

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Burrich was up long before Anton. He stripped down to his breeches then jumped in the lake to swim a few laps. After that he did some stretches and then grabbed his axes. By the time Anton woke up Burrich was working through some forms he'd been taught, an axe in each hand. He finished the exercise he was working on and turned to the cub he was training.

 

"Well Anton, before I can call your training complete and send you off to seek acceptance into one of our four fine divisions here, I need to know that you can defend yourself if the need arose." Without waiting another second Burrich rushed Anton, his axes whirling in a blaze of speed nobody ever suspected from a man his size.

[Wayfarer]

Waking from the dream, Anton was surprised to see that Burrich was still sleeping after he had disappeared. Maybe he was doing something else, either way he knew what he was doing and Anton doubted he wanted to be disturbed. Time had passed while they had been dreaming, he'd be lucky if he was going to get a decent wink's sleep at this rate. Laying back down, it wasn't long before he was genuinely resting as the night passed without further interruption.

 

Morning was a different matter, and Anton wasn't sure what to make of it. The man was armed, an axe in each hand and while that might have looked incongruous on another man, Anton found himself wondering at some of the stories he'd been told of Trollocs because it was meant to be a favoured weapon beside the sword. If one added a couple more feet onto Burrich one could understand why Trollocs were so dangerous. Which of course then begged the question of why the man was armed.

 

Getting to his feet, Anton arched his back as he leaned on his stave, feeling a few things pop. The ground was all well and good, but he wished they had brought bedrolls with them nevertheless. It was while he was pondering this that Burrich decided to explain to him what was in store for him, and of course rather than give Anton a moment to try and point out that axes were probably a bad idea for this sort of thing, he was attacked.

 

Jumping back of the first couple of swings, Anton danced about as he tried to figure out what to do. The man due to his height had a good deal of reach which meant his stave didn't benefit him quite as much as it could have. The man was stronger, and he certainly had a quickness about him. Seeing as dagger tossing probably wasn't an option, the only real advantage Anton had was that he was much smaller, he was harder to hit. In fact, he wouldn't be hit at all as far as he was concerned.

 

Slapping a slash upward and over his head, Anton thrust at Burrich's face with the butt of his stave, causing the man to step back. At which point, Anton turned and run his guts out as he yelled. "Bugger this!" Burrich musn't have been expecting it because it took him a moment to follow. With his longer strides he was going to catch up, but that was something Anton sorted when he tossed his stave back into the man's legs, entangling them and sending Burrich sprawling.

 

Finding a tree thick with branches, Anton hauled himself up into it and made his way up with the agility of a small man desperately avoiding imminent death at the hands of a ridiculously giant man armed with a pair of axes. The branches were far too thick for a man of Burrich's size to get through, so as far as Anton was concerned he had presented the best defence ever and one that had not involved him being substantially bruised.

 

 

Anton Averdal

Farpaw

[Asfaloth]

By the time Burrich got to the tree Anton had shimmied up he could barely breathe from laughing so hard. "Fogive me Cub," he called up to Anton, "I truly am not laughing at you. On the contrary, I commend your strategy as it indeed served the purpose of keeping you alive against a much larger oponent. No, I laugh because I employed a similar tactic when I was forced into a spar with John Dunbar my old mentor."

 

Backing away from the tree Burrich put his axes back in their sheaths on his belt and signaled for Anton to join him on the ground. Anton followed him back to their campsite and Burrich pulled some weighted lathes out of his pack. He regretted the need as these would prove more painful to Anton if he made contact with them but he'd learned months ago that his grip was too strong for the regular lathes used for training. He'd broken three before John gave him the weighted ones to use instead.

 

"Now, what say we have a real spar and see what you're capable of? You'll need to prove to me that you can defend yourself before I can let you loose in the world and see you join one of the four divisions of the kin."

 

They went round and round feeling each other out and Burrich spoke again just as they really started their match, "Have you given any thought yet to which division you'll be joining?"

[Wayfarer]

"Oh, a few things have come to mind." Alternating the grip on his stave to present new threats and weaknesses to Burrich, Anton kept talking. "I thought about becoming a Sage, but they just seem to sit at home all day and sleep. There are the Watchers of course but they're pretty much the same, they just sleep at different places." Swinging at Burrich as he came close, the man evaded but as he closed in to take a swing in turn a jab from the butt of Anton's stave forced him to jump back again. No weakness that time.

 

"The Rangers are well and good with their weapons and such, but they spend most of their time around here not doing much either except polishing their weapons. Plus they can't get anywhere without a Tracker to show them the way." Dancing back, Anton slapped the man's lathes either into the ground or above his head rather than try and stop them directly. As it was, they were proving difficult to divert, but Burrich wasn't finding the mark. Weathering the storm unleashed, Anton finally got some breathing space as another thrust caused Burrich to move back and try and find some weakness again. His time with Liitha on the road against her dual Katana style was now beginning to pay off.

 

"So I guess I'd have to go Tracker. Who knows? I might have to lead you about someday." Falling to one knee as he swung the stave in a backhand motion at Burrich's feet. Anticipating Burrich's counter attack as the man leaped over the blow and hacked downward, Anton rolled clear as the lathe's sent dirt flying in the air and managed to get back onto his feet in time to knock a slash overhead. What he didn't anticipate was the second lathe that followed but much lower, catching him across the side of the leg and sweeping him onto his back.

 

Lashing out with the stave, to give himself space, Anton got to his feet with a noticeable limp. It was at that point that everything went wrong. That was to say, Aran discovered that weighted lathes were crueler than real blades. A real blade would simply have shorn a limb off and he would have been done with it, but now he was getting pummeled. Of course, he was getting experience in how to fight a much much bigger opponent, the skill involving alot of dancing (followed by hobbling) and not trying to go blow for blow, but it only went so far.

 

Eventually his stave was knocked from hands that were going numb from the force of the blows and Anton had his hands up in surrender. It was a struggle to get a smile on his face after that beating, even though he knew full well that he'd brought it on himself for making cracks about the Rangers, but he managed to somewhere between the gasping for breath and painful wincing as everything decided to tell him it hurt, and would no doubt go into great detail later. Light but the man hit like a hammer.

 

 

Anton Averdal

Farpaw

[Asfaloth]

Grinning Burrich accepted Anton's signal to end the spar. "I hope you haven't been hurt too badly. I'm sorry I didn't warn you but I found out awhile ago that I can't use regular lathes without breaking them."

 

Seeing the pain the cub was in Burrich checked over his injuries. It seemed he'd been caught up and once more forgotten how strong he was. The man had several bruises and possibly a broken rib or two. Well, this wouldn't do at all. He'd only meant to test Anton not injure him. He would have to see the Sages for treatment.

 

Hopefully, they wouldn't ask too many questions as to how Anton had been injured, Burrich really didn't want to suffer through a lecture today. He had enough to do after this without wasting time with a lecture like that. "Well, let's pack up and I'll help you back to the infirmary."

 

Packing up camp didn't take long as they hadn't brought much with them last night. Soon enough they had made their way to the infirmary. Burrich stopped outside and motioned to the door, "Go on in and see Miryana, she'll see to your injuries. I'll bring your stuff back to your room at the inn for you and meet up with you later."

 

OOC: After your post go ahead and have Janna take over your training here on this thread.

[Wayfarer]

It was a fair walk from where they had dueled to where they could get him some attention. As keen as Burrich was to get him some attention for his injuries, Anton could also tell that Burrich had some measure of worry. Because their spar had gotten a little out of hand? Eh, it wasn't the first time that Anton had had his ribs cracked, in fact he'd been in worse condition on a few occasions. But then, maybe Miryana wouldn't see it that way and she did have a rather commanding manner.

 

Nodding at Burrich's offer to return his things to the inn, Anton made his way into Miryana's hut. She didn't seem to be there so he decided to sit down. After a few minutes he became restless, deciding to poke about instead as he got up and had a look about. In particular, all the different jars and containers she had along the shelves. Some of the things he recognised, but other things were a mystery to him. Things that were particularly recognisable were the Bluespine and Catfern, Dogweed and Rannel, even some Sheepstongue Root. No wonder Burrich was worried about taking him to the infirmary. Those were some of the foulest concoctions that could be made and would linger for at least a good day if not longer depending on the dose. Something that was far worse for Wolfkin with their sense of taste.

 

Returning to the pallet, Anton laid down again as he waited for Miryana to come back from wherever she was. It made it a little easier for him to breath at least, and she wouldn't mind. She probably would mind about the ribs though, and lying wasn't really an option. As much as he wanted to spare Burrich, he wasn't really sure he wanted to brave some Rannel or Dogweed. But it couldn't be that bad, he could push through. Maybe if he got drunk enough afterwards he could forget the taste.

 

 

Anton Averdal

Farpaw

[Guest Allisa]

Miryana leaned against the doorway and watched the young man carefully inspecting her inner sanctum. Idly she played with a curl of hair, hmmmm he had a very nice backside she noted as he bent to sniff suspiciously at a jar of Catfern. She smothered a giggle as he snuffed and backed away from the dried herb, but almost immediately she became more sober as she watched him drop tiredly to the pallet in the corner.

 

Her natural instincts as a healer took over as she briskly crossed the room and knelt beside him. He started, golden eyes widening as she bent to place her hand across his forehead.

 

“A bit warm, but not overly,” she knelt closer, “Stick out your tongue,” she commanded. When he hesitated she pinched him sharply in the arm and his mouth opened in protest. Quick as wink she grasped his lower jaw and peered into his mouth. “Hmmmm, no, your definitely not ill.” A teasing light entered her eyes, “Unless of course your feeling sullen? I have many remedies for that.”

 

She stood and adjusted her skirts, sidling away to inspect her herb pots, “Some rannel perhaps?” Miryana picked up the pot and then set it aside, shaking her head, “No something more nasty I think. Aha!” She unearthed another jar from behind the others and held it to her breast as she sauntered toward the fireplace. “A very special blend, very rare. Much nastier tasting than rannel. Come, Anton, let us have some of this special tea…unless of course you’d rather just tell me why you’ve come to see me?” She smiled at him innocently, batting her eyelashes.

 

OOC: sorry it took so long and is so short!

[Wayfarer]

Ambush was the only way that Anton could adequately describe what happened as Miryana seemed to materialise form nowhere and stick a hand on his forehead. Why was she doing that? That wasn't what was wrong with him. Trying to formulate a protest when she asked him to open his mouth earned him a pinch and unintentional compliance. Then all of a sudden he was sullen and in need of a remedy? Then straight to the shelf where he had been inspecting the possible fate he would endure if he didn't tell Miryana what had happened. Could she read his mind? Or was she watching him while she was there? It was the only reason she would have zeroed in on them so quickly.

 

Evil woman.

 

Rannel was all that was rank, but the thing that Miryana pulled out he was sure he hadn't even seen. The amusement that reeked from Miryana wasn't all that reassuring, in fact if Anton was a wolf he was sure he would have been whining right then. Anything worst than Rannel was going to be pure misery, one that would take alot of ale or wine to wash away and Anton was fairly sure he didn't have that sort of money. Then again, maybe he could get Burrich to foot the bill, after all if he was going to do this then Burrich would have to be at least a little thankful. If he didn't take the concoction, Anton was fairly sure that Miryana would make Burrich take it neverminding that Burrich was well over a foot taller than her and couldn't be physically forced to do so.

 

Clearing his throat, Anton spoke with as much confidence as he could. "Just had a disagreement between my ribs and some wood, just an accident." The look that Miryana gave him meant she knew he was hiding something even if he wasn't lying. The kettle was put on and Miryana began fiddling with the jar as Anton spoke again, now with a bit of unease. He knew well enough that Miryana didn't bluff, she'd be just as happy to dose him with a vile mix as she would be to get the information out of him. She truly was the archetypal Wisdom in that respect.

 

"There's no need for that, I just need some attention for my ribs. Very kind of you to offer tea but I wouldn't want to impose." That got a look from Miryana, Anton wasn't sure where this was going to go but the sinking feeling in his stomach told him that it wasn't going to end well. He just hoped that if she was going to dose him that she'd check his ribs at least.

 

 

Anton Averdal

Farpaw

[Guest Allisa]

Miryana arched her eyebrow and stared him down for a moment. Anton shifted uncomfortably and blushed, wincing as he stood. Oh how sweet, she thought, smothering her laughter. It had been years since she had made a man blush. At least on purpose.

 

“So this piece of wood you had a disagreement with? Does it require healing as well?” She smiled, showing her dimples and enjoying his discomfort before she finally laughed aloud and turned back to her pharmacy replacing the Bluespine, maybe later,, depending on his attitude. Men are so very stubborn in admitting their injuries. She began gathering herbs for a poultice, quickly and efficiently. As she arranged the jars near the fireplace she mentally counted them off, Sunburst Root, Stinging Mardroot and some ground Ivy.

 

“Take off your shirt, dear. I promise not to bite…..hard.” She smiled again as she approached him with the paste, as innocently as she could. Ah well, innocent she was not. Still she could see the unease in him, perhaps she’d teased too much.

 

“This will ease the ache, and we’ll wrap your chest in bandages just to make certain everything stays where it should.”

 

As shyly as a maiden he stripped off his shirt and she hissed as she saw the bruises. They covered his abdomen and chest, and were very obviously the result of training. Blood and ashes she’d have Burrich’s head for this.

 

“Stand up straight, dearheart,” she commanded brusquely.

 

Despite her tone she gently she applied the paste before wrapping him as securely and safely as she would a newborne babe. A babe in swaddling, the thought made her grin despite her resolve and she glanced up at him, catching once again that hint of embarrassment in his cheeks.

 

“No more battling wood for at least a week,” she winked at him as she walked away to place the bowl on the wide counter, “though I believe you’ve won this round. I hope the wood looks worse than you.”

 

Miryana

Wolfsister

Sage

 

OOC: hope this is what you needed! go forth and conquer!