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[ P ] Burning Sun
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Unsure of where to go, she had wandered down to the floodplains. The canyon was most definitely cooler than the plateau. She didn't have many options when it came to wandering. Occasionally she'd stray close to someone's borders and turn straight around. Rohan had told her time and again that a gang was no place for a pup, but she wasn't keen on pack life either. Arios seemed to have a lot of good to say about his pack, but Lottie kept that a secret. Not that she and Rohan spent a lot of time together lately. It seemed her guardian had been busier than normal.

It was another beautiful day. The sun burned off the morning haze to reveal a bluebird sky. Lottie walked along the shoreline, squinting while she gazed towards the shimmering water. An occasional fish would break the surface with a small splash, piquing her interest. Rohan had warned her not to go into the water, and she remembered his words then. What good would come from splashing about when she didn't know how to swim? Still, the breeze off the water felt refreshing. With the sun at her back, she felt comfortable. Around her, life bloomed, and crickets sang noisily.

"What to do," she mused quietly.


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Light a match,
For I deserve to burn ;;
I AM WHITE TIMBER


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The flood plains seemed to be one of his most favorite areas in Cyrileth. Full of fresh water, even some spots deep enough for a swim. White Timber thoroughly enjoyed the water, and so he submerged from one of the deeper pools. His soaked, wrecked countenance poked through the water’s glassy surface, powerful limbs pushed his body toward the shore. A semi-healed wound about his neck from his spar with Sybil was kissed gently by the water’s caress, causing for the large man to sigh with relief.

The perfume of another caught his attention. Botched ears pulled forth as he shook his body violently. Water and debris were flung from his ironclad fibers, and as he gathered himself, the sight of a young child held his one eyed gaze. Secretly, White Timber always had a soft spot for pups and adolescents. The girl was a pretty little thing, and he resisted the urge to grin. Lumbering forth to meet her, he allowed for corpulent skull to dip in a distant greeting before thunderous tones drawled on.
”Hello.”
Slight concern befell the Bear King. He had almost forgotten how he looked and hoped it would not frighten the girl. However, he also hoped she was not lost. It could be a very dangerous world for a child, and he was never one to allow for an innocent to be maimed or worse.
”Lost?”
Baritones rumbled gently. He came to a stand still a respectable distance away, but still close enough to where she would know he addressed her. A stoic expression upon a ruined countenance, once handsome and untouched. His functioning eye held a quiet glint, his aura releasing what anger he may have had. This was but a girl, and he slowly began to miss his own children. Awaiting her response, he stood vigilant, prepared in case she was in need of assistance.

 
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