[AW] Someplace Sunny
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OOC: Takes place directly after the thread Enter Stage Left. Anyone is welcome, but let Sand post first please. Smile

If he opened his mouth and breathed in, he would feel the winter air dry his throat. It would feel like he chewed mint and it would sting because of the dryness. Sure the temperature here was lower than what Bohannon would've liked but he wasn't that picky, he avoided snow glare and he can be thankful for that. The sun was high in the sky, however, some clouds decided to give the sun some company and that was mighty fine with Bo yes it was. More clouds meant more cover from the sun, which he was doing the best he could to skim the tree line and stay out of sight of the sun's burning eye. The adolescent might not be able to avoid it long though, he was starting to feel the rumblings of hunger coming from his stomach. He also knew his traveling companion was hungry as well from what he said back at the ice floes.

Speaking of his traveling companion, as far as he was aware, Sand was still accompanying him on their pilgrimage south. Well, this was technically south of where they were, it wasn't exactly the warm paradise Bo had in mind, but it was something at least. He would have to buck up and venture out into the exposing sun soon, although he didn't doubt that Sand could hunt for himself, he was wary of letting the tan wolf getting into cold water again so soon. Maybe it was his protective instincts from looking after his younger siblings so much. Bo didn't mind wading into the water himself, he's built up a sort of tolerance from the times his daddy had made him and his brothers catch fish for dinner as a practice for coordination.

For as much as he disliked the cold, the stream would probably do some good. Being out in the sun too long will burn his face, but if he feels even the slightest bit of a sting he could just dunk his head in the water. His toes would already be in it, and he could tuck his tail if he needed to. Perfect plan! Maybe while his head is below the water, he could catch something there too.

"How are you holding up now Sand? Still cold?


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Sand stood silent for a moment, sides heaving and head hanging. His tongue lolled from his mouth, and his ribs trembled with each breath. He was nearing total exhaustion--the trip over the sea on an ice floe, the travel across the frozen wastes, and now their journey through the mountains...

Tired, he lifted his head to peer at Bo with golden eyes. The ghost-faced stranger had rescued him from the freezing sea, led him here--looked after him, despite him being a total stranger.

I can't just be a burden. Sand turned his attention back to the river, lowering his head still further to weakly lap at its rippling surface, shimmering grey with the dancing reflections of cloud-filled sky. After he had drank his fill, he spoke.

"Warmer, yes. Not that it's warm here, but-... Warm enough," he confirmed. A few more laps of water, and he turned his attention back to Bo.

"Any idea where we are, now?" he asked hesitantly. He looked to and fro. He couldn't exactly tell where the sun was in the sky, where it lay high and behind the clouds, and he sure as hell didn't know these lands. He was far from home--or the land he'd once called home--and even the odors here were strange to him. Sand lifted his nose, taking scent on the wind. He blinked, thoughtful--the air was cold and crisp, fresh, but on it he smelled the water, the wet dirt, the wet sticks. The scent of fish, the faint but rank tang of fox. The-... The...

He sniffed.

It was bear--a heavy odor, thick with musk and oil and shaggy fur. But Sand did not recognize the scent. He sniffed for a time, his brow furrowing in concentration, and then he spoke.

"What's that smell? Is it close? I can't tell." It was probably old, or very far off, but he was curious about it. "And why the river?" he added.

The cold still bit at his bones... but not quite so badly. Still, his stomach rumbled audibly, and that in and of itself was unpleasant.

Hopefully his new friend here had a plan.



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A small wind brushed past Bohannon causing him to involuntarily shiver if he wasn't awake before, he was gonna be really bright eyed and bushy tailed when he gets into the water. He can already feel that his legs are going to resist him at first, unfortunately for those limbs, the stomach is starting a riot and it always wins. Guurrrr. Okay, calm down.

"Warmer, yes. Not that it's warm here, but-... Warm enough, [...] Any idea where we are, now?" Bo was more than happy to keep going more south, but he was being cautious and conscious of his companion. He wasn't one to be able to keep alert all the time, but he also wasn't blind or deaf. The heaving and overall look of Sand wasn't good. What was Bo going to do? He had no knowledge of health, he was born and somewhat trained to fight (despite his resistance to it). It kinda wasn't in his job description, actually, it was the exact opposite of it. Injure not heal. 'Oh Maker, I'm starting to sound like grandad.' Well, Bo was here and not there and being here meant that he was going to try his damn hardest to make sure the sandy traveler was going to be alright.

"Better than nothin', better than nothin'..." The adolescent muttered to himself before walking ahead towards the edge of the river, salmon move swiftly through the nearly clear stream, mouths opening and closing with wide set eyes. The rocks were definitely not secure enough to rely on as a foothold, he didn't need to inspect them to know that. "Forest, that's where we are, south of ice death. If it gets this green here, then it must be real green farther down." At least that's what he thought, he was sure glad that this entire land, island, or whatever, wasn't all ice. What a nightmare that would've been.

"What's that smell? Is it close? I can't tell. [...] And why the river?"

Bohannon takes a sniff of the air and smells something strange as well, however since he doesn't know what it is either, he simply shrugs. "Dunno, maybe some weird bird or something, and the river was just right here so..." He starts stepping out over the rocks, muscles tense and limbs nearly ramrod straight as he tries to maneuver towards the center of the river. "I've got breakfast, you just sit back and gather yourse–" Of course, while he was trying to talk, he ended up stepping on a rock that was a little too slick. Woop– and a splash! Down goes the grey teen, paw, leg, and then face into the water. Without a single sound coming out of him as he falls. Then, just as quickly as he fell he quickly pulls himself up and escapes back to the edge of the river. Heart beating like a drum against the ribcage in his chest, breathing fast as if he just sprinted several miles without stopping. "WOO! Wowowowow, that is chilly! Man, oh man that– that is just fantastic." He lowered his yelling now. Strange how just after he shook off the whole scare of the ice bath, he was feeling real energized (Of course these waters were nothing like the ones where those ice floes were). Maybe it was the adrenaline.

"Okay, round two! I got this." Bo said more to himself than to Sand or anyone else. He started his trek towards the middle again with renewed energy. This time he was more careful in picking his stones. As he got to the middle, he began picking a target to try and nab. Fishing was a lot easier said than done, sure he's had experience but he's by no means an expert. Bo watches the waters with a keen eye, salmon after salmon swimming by with a threatening amount of acceleration. Newfound adrenaline doing little to help him calm and focus himself, he just ended up diving his head in with a failed attempt to snap and catch a fish. He pulls his head up and shakes himself off, good thing he's already experienced the coldness of the river. The first try was a fail, but that didn't mean he was gonna fail the second! Or third, or fourth... or fifth... now it was sixth... seventh try a charm? Nope, no still a fail, maybe the eighth will fail too– Oh! Wait! Success! Eighth time's a charm! Bo yanks out the salmon victim and blindly tries to scramble back to shore, jaws tight as the fish keeps smacking the side of his maw.

"Hurrr ihr ihrsh." His words didn't make sense out loud, but by his actions of bringing a fish ashore and tossing it towards the rim of the trees. "Slippery little things, that's yours." Bo smiles and it feels strange on his face when was the last time he's smiled? It wasn't that long ago, but it feels like it... The single victory of finally catching something after seven attempts must be that powerful. Now with afresh with confidence Bohannon trots (or more like skips) back towards his spot in the middle of the river. Happily ignorant of the strange smell from earlier steadily creeping closer.

What's to fear? He's barely learned the basics of surviving on his own, but here he was not only catching food for himself but for someone else too! He was going to rock at this lone journey thing, there was nothing that could pop out of the woods that could scare him. Nothing. Nothing at all...


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Everything was sort of becoming a blur. Sand had felt lightheadedness swirl around him briefly, sending him staggering a step or two sideways. He'd sat on the rocky shore, shivering and huddled, watching Bo do-... Whatever Bo was doing.

He was falling, mostly.

Sticking his face in the water, too, quite a lot. Confused, but leaving his clearly more-knowledgeable-companion to his efforts--whatever their end might be--Sand found his mind, and eyes, wandering. He watched the far shore, and upriver, and down; he cast a glance at the looming mountains.

South, huh? We're south? He's right--we should get south-... er. I wonder if it's this cold everywhere. Green sounded good, at least. With a quiet huff he turned his attention, at length, back to the iron-and-white wolf.

His own stomach was growling when Bo moved to drop the salmon right at his own paws. He blinked, peering quickly from fish to wolf, surprised and just a little awed. How did he do that?! To him, fish had always been an elusive thing--like birds, but underwater, and just as hard to snag. Cautiously, half-expecting this to all be some horrible joke where Bo grabbed the breakfast and made off with it, Sand reached his jaws down to drag the fish farther back.

"...Thank you," he said at last, quiet, not quite sure how to repay this kindness. Before he could think on it too much, instinct kicked in, and he was tearing salmon flesh from bone and gulping down cold, wet chunks as fast as he could. His tail wagged once where it was tucked against the cold, and he felt himself panting with the effort of just eating this quickly. All memory of the odor of bear and its mystery was forgotten, as was, for the moment, the cold, the wet, and the fact that they were probably badly lost.

He barely even noticed Bo, for the time, the ravenous hunger driving him. Even so, he paused partway through and looked up, blinking, his ears flicking back. He called out to Bo, where the other wolf had taken position again in the river.

"Err--share?" he asked, hesitating. "I don't want to take it all, in case you--can't get another one?"



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Bo was too busy congratulating himself on his success to hear Sand's word of thanks, too focused on repeating his process with slightly more finesse and slightly less dunking. More precision, less wildly snapping. He kept watching the easy-going river, salmon passing by with learned caution of his intentions. One of their brethren was already taken so they had reason to worry. He just needed a few more so that Sand could properly get back on his feet and Bo can stave off hunger. He wasn't sure how long this companionship would last, but he was grateful for the company for however long it plays out.

"Err--share?"

"I don't want to take it all, in case you--can't get another one?" Bo shook his head as he kept his eyes on the waters beneath him. "No, I'm good I've got energy enough to catch three courses of meals." Confident he was over a single catch. The cold water was nothing but background noise by now, having gotten used to it completely it didn't bother him one bit. At least, didn't bother him enough to impede his fishing. One success didn't instantly make him good at fishing, but this time around he went through less fails to get that win. Bo snags another unfortunate salmon with dinner as its future and heads back to shore with his catch. Bo drops the second fish near Sand and starts back towards the river. "This one too is yours, I can already see you tore into the last one." As he wades back to his original spot, he raises his voice so that it could be heard over the slight roar of the stream.

"Don't worry about if I can't catch any more! Obviously I can do this all day!"

Boy, was he proud of himself for surviving on his own. He's had his doubts when he left, but he's proved himself wrong. Of course, this was only for now, and it was nearby, at some point he and Sand were gonna need some actual food, like a moose or something (But maybe he was getting too ambitious here over a single fishing win). If he could do this, he could do anything! Catch fish, bring down moose, fight bears.

Fight bears.

Rounded bodies with round ears. Hulking brown mass of a creature, long-clawed paws, unlike any other beast. A large snout and heavy lips, a roar that could shake the bones of any hardened warrior. That's the tale Bo was told of such things. Bears weren't common to his homeland because he was told a long time ago they were hunted to just about extinction by his ancestors for the threat they posed. He's never heard, seen, or smelled one before, but if he had an imagination and imagined what a bear looked like... It would look like the one just a bit downstream that emerged from the woods. It looks like he's just encroached onto its territory, onto its hunting ground.

His voice caught in his throat, breath choked down in his lungs. Reddish-pink eyes wide with bewilderment. When he felt he could breathe again, there was just a small comment that escaped his lips. "So that's what bears smell like." However, his words and the sound of the passing river would be drowned out by the bellowing roar of the large brown beast.


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Sand wagged his tail at Bo in gratitude as the other wolf reassured him that he could keep his meal. Ravenous, feeling his belly bloating with the weight of it, he tore up and consumed the rest of the still-twitching fish. And then Bo was bringing another.

This time, he didn't tear into it straightaway--he did snag it by the tail, and thrash it about, flipping it and crashing it against the rock until it no longer writhed in his jaws. But he wanted it ready, in case Bo really didn't manage to catch another. There was no point in wolfing down both fish if they only ended up with two.

But then again-... He was still pretty hungry.

He sniffed over the scales, giving the slimy body a cursory lick. Just a little wouldn't hurt, right? Sure he catch ano--no, leave it... Leave it in case he can't.

Wary, the wolf lifted his head, stepping back and looking around as he licked his jaws--and froze. There was a monster downriver: huge, hulking, and dark. Sand stared, terror thrilling through him.

The thing roared, the sound bellowing and rumbling. Sand had no idea what the thing was--it was a killer, a big dark void in his set of worldly knowledge, something that'd surely fly at him and rip him apart. Without hesitation he snapped the salmon up in his teeth and bolted upriver.

He was exhausted, wanting nothing more than to lie down and rest after the long travel, the cold, and the heavy meal--but despite his stumbling fatigue, he found that adrenaline was more than enough to keep him energized. He scrabbled over the loose rocks of the shoreline, bolting, pausing only to skid to a halt and look back for Bo, wide-eyed.

His mouth was full of salmon, so he couldn't call out, but he couldn't just leave Bo there. Hopefully the other wolf was following.



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Gargantuan. Towering. Mammoth of a bed time tale, not only were they considered to be gone in his homeland but have been used as the creatures that eat misbehaving children. Bohannon never believed in such scary stories, but right here and now with the colossal bear and he the yearling wolf, he was scared and before now he never really knew what being scared felt like. It's something you feel tightening your muscles, makes your bones feel cold, your lips tremble, your spine covered in ice, and your eyes so wide they start to water from not blinking.

"How fast do you run? How hard is your bite? How strong is your swing?" Shock maybe, is what was causing the adolescent to not be able to feel his legs, feel like he was sinking back into his own consciousness. It was like an out of body experience except he was so very aware that he was losing time with every step that beast took to do something. Why won't his legs move? He needs to run, he needs to get away, he needs to... to...

'Stand your ground.'

Beloved grandad's voice seems to echo mentally in his dark ears, how he loved the heat of battle, ones that were real or were just a spar, they all got his blood pumping in a high nothing could match, so he would like to say. This was a different story though, Bo wouldn't try to pick a fight on purpose, hell, he knew without thinking about it that he would lose that battle and that it would be the last battle he ever lost. From what he was told these things were strong and fast, could out bite any wolf and could even run faster than some. Bo was fast, he was the fastest of his siblings if he excluded Lorcán. He was confident that he could lose the bear weaving through the forest, but what about Sand? Bo wasn't sure how exactly the brown wolf was feeling even after eating a bit, and it wasn't as though he could just ask. (Speak of, Sand hasn't said anything... unless Bo's hearing went out just like his legs.)

How far would his companion be able to go? Who's to say that the bear would just focus on him instead of the other. 'It would if you made it.' That's it! That's how he was gonna make sure the bear wasn't gonna go after Sand, Bo was confident enough that he could busy the bear long enough for sand to get away and if that didn't work... well, he would improvise, because everyone knows improvising always works.

His fear wasn't gone but it was pushed to the side, for now, he could feel his legs again the ice on his spine felt like it was melting away. Red eyes no longer dry from just staring, the fur on his nape raised as he felt his muscles loosen a bit. The only trembling in his lips was them peeling back to reveal his teeth, his bones felt warm and his ears pulled back. He never wanted to have the same fate as his father and his mother before him, but damn was he never going to refute the fact that he came from a family of warriors. If there was one thing that he knew he had to be good at it was fighting, it was in his blood whether he liked it or not and it was something useful that he was definitely thankful for his family for.

"Sand run, I'll make sure it doesn't follow!" The white masked canine didn't look back for caution of the brown beast that might make a move in his escaped attention, raised his voice over the stream and in case the bear wanted to roar again. His head lowered and he snarled a sound that felt like a rip in his throat for it was a noise he's never made. A harsh bark and he ran at the beast, the bear mimicked his movements sped up at the last moment to try and tackle, Bo was prepared, he'd never try to tackle such a monster so large. He dipped out to the right side of the bear and was almost close enough to brush furs with it. Splashing through the waters, he didn't have to worry about slipping on rocks because he wasn't trying to not get his paws wet anymore. He turned out and bent his legs ready for whatever the bear was going to do next.

Bo was no longer paying attention to what Sand was doing, his hope was that he was long gone. The grey wolf couldn't fight a bear, at least not without a few other grown wolves, but that didn't mean he couldn't distract it.


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Sand stood frozen in terror, amber eyes wide and salmon clenched firmly in his jaws.

He wasn't a hero. A hero would rush in, it'd fight that bear side-by-side with Bo and help drive it off. A hero wouldn't leave their friend to fight alone, the friend who'd just given him this meal and probably saved his life. But Sand wasn't a hero--he was just a terrified yearling, unable to leave Bo to die but likewise locked in place by instinct. Every hackle along his back and neck stood on end and every instinct told him to flee.

He dropped the fish.

Past the roaring rush of blood in his ears he could hear Bo shouting at him to run. He'd run a decent distance--but now, trembling, he called out.

"RUN! Bo! I'm far enough! RUN!" There was fear in his voice, constricting it tight--anguish--and he took two terrified, halting steps toward the two.

He was frightened enough that if anything else dangerous had been coming along behind, or from the woods to the side, he'd never have noticed it until it was too late--but for now that looked unlikely. The bear's bellows were a thing of nightmare, and every movement it made was a jolt of fear through the tawny yearling's heart. His chest wrenched again and again as Bo dodged around it, as he crouched and snarled.

"BO, JUST RUN!" he pleaded, shaking and staring. One paw raised forelornly in the air, and hung there, a visible sign of his terrified indecision.


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"RUN! Bo! I'm far enough! RUN!" The yell might as well have fallen on deaf ears, Bo ignored the calls and had already made his decision on what he was going to do. He was never was one to think much before he did something, couldn't if he tried. Everything would be racing around in his head, thoughts trying to gather each other and cling to other thoughts trying to make sense. All the while, his body done and made a choice and was already thirteen steps ahead. So, if he wasn't thinking ahead then, he wasn't gonna start thinking ahead now and right now this monster of an opponent was charging. Charging!

Bo was shocked for a split second at the reaction time of the beast, even with him being so cautious it seems he still underestimated it. Brown beast came running at the young and naive wolf with all something-hundred pounds of weight coming along with it. Bo tried ducking to the side– Narrowly! Just narrowly missing a five-clawed paw that was three sizes bigger than his head. It was like everything was happening in slow motion in that single moment, claws that have no doubt gouged the hides of many sweeps in an arc right before his eyes. He could feel the air from the power behind such a strike. The white-masked wolf retreated farther away quickly, chilling waters a feeling long forgotten as it splashed up onto his legs. His paws felt the somewhat dryness of the rocky shore that bordered the river. He could start to feel a slight burning pain in his face and tail. 'Damn! Stupid sun!' Young canine cursed the burning light in the sky for just adding more to the situation. Luckily, he could feel the shade of the surrounding trees start to creep on his back as he retreated.

"BO, JUST RUN!" What an idea. Bo couldn't keep dodging forever, and Sand didn't seem to have intentions of taking off if Bo could still hear him faintly over the clamor of the bear and the river. What an idea... what an... idea.

Maybe it was that knight's blood in him, that red essence pumping through his veins that brings some sort of defensive nature out of him. Decades of inheriting roles of protection in his family, maybe instead of recognizable facial markings, he was given a stronger sense of protectiveness over others. No one in his family would've put themselves so much on the line for anyone not Blue-Blooded, they were selfish like that. Whatever it was, it was something that gave Bo a... well, there's no other way to put it. That gave Bo a very stupid idea.

"It was nice knowing you Sand... See you later." How casual for what he decided. Idiotic adolescent called out before he barked sharply at the bear to get its attention. Once he did, he gave one last flash of his pearly whites before taking off downstream, where the ginormous creature first emerged. He could already hear the splashing and tumbling of rocks as the beast followed after him. If he couldn't get Sand to run away, he was gonna run away with the bear in tow.

And run, run, run, Bohannon did.


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He tried to chase them, he really did--heart pounding in his chest, weak limbs trembling and betraying him repeatedly. He stumbled over the loose stones on the riverbank, and by the time he reached where the bear had been, they were long gone.

He hesitated, shivering, looking back toward his second fish. He could leave--take his fish, and go--or he could try to find Bo and the bear, try to help. ...Somehow.

Sand knew he could never keep up with the pace the two had set. Leaving his fish behind, his tail tucked and fear screaming at his instincts to turn and go exactly the other way, the yearling started after them. The scent of bear was easy enough to follow--strong--but the young wolf was exhausted. He'd tracked for only half an hour or so--a span of time that Bo had probably covered in mere moments--when he realized he could no longer really walk. He kept trying, for a time, forcing himself onward, until his legs were limp and unwilling beneath him, and he knew he would not last much longer.

Hesitating, he made the decision to leave the scent trail behind for now, and rest. If the bear came back this way, and he was sleeping right in its way--well, he didn't want to imagine it.

Cautious and trembling he made his way deeper into the dark forest, forcing himself each step.

He didn't remember finding the cold bed of moss nestled between the tree roots; he certainly didn't remember curling up there and simply collapsing, falling into the deep, deep sleep of the truly exhausted.

And when he awoke, he realized at once that he had no idea where he was. It was evening--the same evening, or had he slept a full day and then some..? There was no way to be sure.

He lay still for a moment, ears and nose working, but he could sense nothing that sounded like danger. The distant rush of the river, the warble of a few night-calling birds, those he could hear--but for odors, he could find nothing dangerous. Trees, fox, moss, grass, the distant water, the fish still--on his own muzzle, which he licked as he slowly stood. He tested his limbs, and found them capable, if sore.

After stretching, the wolf carefully picked his way over to where he'd last tracked the bear--wait, which way had it been? He paused, and turned, circling back. He tried to follow his own scent trail backwards, only to realize that as he'd slept he'd permeated the area.

Sand went back to the river, even, but the fresh scent of another bear, the sound of its nearby growling, drove him back before he could pick the scent back up.

Distraught, he turned and loped into the thick forest, hoping to find Bo--or his scent--purely by chance.



(exit Sand)
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