Post by KingHarry on Feb 19, 2018 2:30:31 GMT
With a yawn, Tormund crawled out of his makeshift den. He'd made his home in the bones of a dead monster. One of the smaller ones, that was - not one of the massive ones that followed the wooden paths. Perhaps the larger ones were the parents of the smaller ones that travelled alone the black, more stone-like paths in the city? Hm. He could investigate, but Tormund was not fond of the town and therefore had no desire to spend any more time there than he had to.
His train of thought was cut off when the tom noticed that flowers were bringing to poke up from the ground. Ah, so newleaf was arriving? How lovely. It would be nice to see blooming flowers all around once again. Tormund wanted to move on by then, though. He'd been living here for long enough.
In fact, why not move today? Yes... Yes, that was a good idea. Figuring that he could hunt along the way, the cat yawned again, stretched, and simply began to walk. There was a farm on the other side of the river, yes? That sounded like a good place to sleep for a few nights.
His train of thought was cut off when the tom noticed that flowers were bringing to poke up from the ground. Ah, so newleaf was arriving? How lovely. It would be nice to see blooming flowers all around once again. Tormund wanted to move on by then, though. He'd been living here for long enough.
In fact, why not move today? Yes... Yes, that was a good idea. Figuring that he could hunt along the way, the cat yawned again, stretched, and simply began to walk. There was a farm on the other side of the river, yes? That sounded like a good place to sleep for a few nights.
