[ P ] While the wildfire rests

He didn't speak much on their travels back, he stayed with them through the trip through aberdeen, where a man in ivories and blues did his best to patch them all back up. Searla's tail was no longer as it was before the war, but she could have ended up much worse in the battle. She was most unlucky to have been taken to the pits that the Scum threw their prisoners in- the same pits that Nairna was now trapped in. He could have helped her, too, could have offered himself as the distraction for her just as they did for her son and daughter. He fought with himself, only until Heimdall was finally able to break the boys determination to stay and pull nairna from the Imperial Army's suffocating grasp.

He let only a little time pass before he would seek Searla out, enough time for he himself to rest and restore some strength to his body. They would not meet at the river like they first had, instead he found her. And this time around he held a fresh rabbit in his maw, a small peace offering- and reason to see her once more. As he approached, he was smooth and swift in his steps as his crown would lower his muzzle and his offering to her. Jowls would part to lay the rabbit infront of her, his ears softly laid back just a hair. He was more worried about her not wanting to see him, about choosing to send him on his way to do anything but be here. He was silent, before retreating a couple steps back as he looked down to her, an awkward smile played across his lips. Well, atleast you don't stink like last time. his poor attempt at trying to lighten the mood, make her forget about the last battle and its aftermath if just for a brief moment.

code & art by claerie