For someone who often took his time, In Dead Cold felt slightly rushed today. He did not run, mind you, but he kept a pace to his step that gave away a mite bit of desperation that acha were not known to display. A speedy trot, one might call it.
When he awoke this morning, the air bit at his nose. Chilly fog lingered at his heels. One could smell rain, the kind that left one drenched and shivering. Heralds of the cold season creeping closer every day.
And there were eggs on the way.
Acha had eggs in winter all the time in the swamp; he fathered a clutch himself during the season once many a moon ago. But as far as he was concerned, the warm season was more hospitable to the whole affair.
But, you run into an old flame and push come to shove... Well. He would ensure that this would be a hearty clutch. The cold morning would give way to a fair midday. He had time.
Now just to find the help he was looking for.
Lirilei wrote:
Guardian of Life had woken up to a chilly morning and decided it was time to start back for the Mothborn lands, but first a small detour. It was a necessary thing and it would make the rest of the trip more pleasant knowing she'd helped another kin on her way.