1/24/2025, 3:43 AM
He was growing into a young buck now, his dark fawn colors were changing into a blend of light grey and earth the spots that once speckled his rump were long gone and his coat was thick for the winter. Atop his head, the annoying antlers still pushed through, covered in delicate velvet they were nothing but nubs atop his crown. Itchy and irritating each time they pushed against his skin.
Much of his time had been spent on the outskirts of the meadow he had followed the Avon wolves to, usually a social butterfly he did admit it got lonely. But he'd kept himself busy enough studying plants and herbs alike, trying to unbury them from the blanket of snow and discovering which ones grew best in the cold season and which ones receded until spring. River had his nose to the ground ─ as he often did, pawing at the frozen landscape trying unearth some lunch a blanket of snow settling upon his back.
But there was something ─ familiar on the horizon that pulled his attention from his stomach. Something red, and orange, the boys head swung up in a single swift motion. Satellite ears rotated forward as the wolf; or fox....wait ─ Fox?!
It couldn't be.
He had begun to wonder if he would ever return.
A strange feeling settled into his stomach, fear and anxiety about seeing the whisper of a man the fae had followed all those moons ago. River swallowed, hooves seemingly frozen to the ground and let him approach.
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notes
notes
Unless behind the scenes content has been discussed & agreed upon, River operates on a strictly organic basis
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which means if it hasn't happened in a thread ─ it hasn't happened!