Post by Hoenir on Nov 7, 2018 18:49:59 GMT -6
Hoenir limped through a vast prairie, eyelids drooping so much he was barely able to acknowledge the beauty of the place. It had been a rough landing. Overhead, storm clouds darkened the skies a solemn grey, rumbling their discontent to one another. Fortunately the worst of it had passed, after the stormy seas had tossed him to the shore amid a collection of painfully sharp rocks. Now rain fell in a drizzle, preventing his already sodden coat from getting the chance to dry. Finally the exhausted wolf found a cave to stumble into. It was deeper than he had expected. Hoenir cast a wary glance into the darkness, but did not have the energy to further explore its depths. He settled on a spot close to the entrance where he could keep his back to the wall.
The grey male set down his precious cargo, a bunch of yellow flowers which he had identified as agrimony. He gingerly laid down beside them and began to chew the petals, mushing them into a paste. Those accursed rocks had left open wounds along his flanks and legs. With any luck, the agrimony would speed up the healing process. It should help with the pain too. Hoenir winced as he spat the yellow mush onto a particularly nasty wound on his right leg. At least he had made it back to Anikira in one piece. He had doubted for one moment there in the stormy sea – with the current dragging him along like a rag doll – that he would reach the island. But the gods had protected him, and guided his body to shore.
Hopefully, once recovered, he would be able to find Aesir, and rejoin their ranks. Unfortunately, his mission on the mainland had been a failure. After safely escorting Guinn to the others to Aesir's borders, he had slipped away on a personal quest for vengeance. He had caught the horrid scent of those furless beasts who had held he and his sister captive, and pursued them to Africa in order to exact justice upon them. It had been impossible to track them over the sea, however, especially as he neared the African shoreline and the metallic trail became jumbled amongst all the other traffic. Out of stubborn determination he had wandered Africa for a while longer, but eventually Hoenir had been forced to give up. The gods had signalled that it was time to return to his family, so now here he was. A little further south than would have been convenient, but at least he now stood upon the same continent.