Description
The mountain is cold. The mountain is lonely. Notos doesn't know where his path is headed or even where to place his paws next. Most days, he sticks close to Sanctum. Lingering on the outskirts of pack life and watching the seasons change. The air grows colder, he often wakes up to a layer of frost across the stone that chills him to the bone. The leaves have long since turned orange and gold. He watches as they fall easier, being picked up and swayed by the softest of winds.
Change is all around the wolf and yet he stills feels unacquainted with it. Each time a new leaf falls, he has to blink back shock because he'd been completely blind to the passing of time. Life in Stonehaven is so fast and he's falling behind, he can feel it. But Notos doesn't know how to catch up on his own so... He watches.
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Notos AC... the boy is in and you better believe I will always use wind imagery with him
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