home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
there are many paths to tread
The pegasus sheltering the gopher does nothing, much to Toulouse’s discontent. They all seem to be moving so slowly, talking rather than acting, and it takes all of his self control to not push her from his path and take the gopher himself.
Instead he waits patiently, or as patiently as any wolf after blood can, until the antlered bay returns.
”This will ease him to sleep.” For a second suspicion clouds his mind - what kind of sleep? what herbs are those? - but it proves to be for nothing. Once again, he finds himself questioning why he cares so much, but he pushes the thought from his mind as quickly as it had arrived.
The only thing to do now was to wait for it to fall asleep.
“If we’re lucky, he’ll just need some rest.” As he speaks, his eyes are looking over the bedraggled gopher - or as much of him as he can see, hidden as it is under Theodosia’s wing. He couldn’t see any signs of blood, but he knew that meant nothing. There could be more damage inside than out.
walk. "talk."
@everyone !
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