60th Ymdien 717
The Lothar's wrists still hurt from the rope burn he suffered on the way here, if he'd removed it as soon as he'd snapped it, maybe it wouldn't have gotten so bad. Red bands of dried skin as well as small dots of red coated his wrists, heralding the soreness of the skin. There was nothing that could be done for it now besides keeping it clean and waiting for it to heal naturally. He looked to his beloved, who had been spared from the burns with his quick action in removing the rope before he even awoke.
Just a break or so ago, the pair had awoken alone in the woods, this was their trial. they'd conquered the first of their hurdles and found water, next they needed food. The hunger within him was real, twisting and churning in his gut, reminding him of just how badly he needed to eat. Like he'd said before, a hungry wolf fought harder. Just the same, he felt his bodies desire, the taste of blood that tickled his senses reminded him of what he could have if he just pushed himself a little further.
It was a psychotic hunger for raw flesh and meat, one that he sought to satiate with the bodies of animals, as he always did. Only nowatrials, he was in Gauthrel. Shakily, his claws tapped together as the duo walked along the creek. His hair had frizzed and become unkempt with his exposure to the elements already, though he made the effort to keep it under his ponytail. Fridgar looked to his beloved, the walk had been silent as they conserved energy, which wasn't a good sign. Morale needed to be raised if they were to make it out of this alive. "My rose," he addressed his beloved as they climbed the slight hill.
being the heavier of the two, he was stood behind his mate as they walked. if he lost footing, he wouldn't crush Alistair or anything, where as if Alistair lost his footing, as unlikely as it was, Fridgar could stop his descent and help him back up. "It can't be too much further now, we're close, I can feel it," he spoke his words of encouragement, reminding Alistair that there was a reward at the end of their hard work.
On him, he carried his loincloth, two damp bags and a meter length of rope that had been tied in to places. Alistair had his own loincloth and his spear, the one weapon that the Jeger had let them. It was a boiling hot sunny trial, so Fridgar wasn't too distressed about wearing nothing but his loincloth, though his feet hadn't calloused enough to adjust to the bare floor of the forest just yet. The soles of his hind paws feet were still quite sensitive.
When at last the pair reached the top of the hill, Fridgar had begun to sweat quite heavily from his brow, looking to Alistair, he wouldn't be much better off either. "Maybe you should let me carry the spear for a bit?" Fridgar offered with a sincere look in his eyes. "In all seriousness, you're carrying too much, my love. Please, let me carry it for a while? There's no good in having you exhausted," if either of them should fall, they would drag the other down. For each other, they had to keep going.
For the most part, the duo travelled under the shade of the canopy. The earth was hard under their feet and offered little cushioning for the impact of feet. As bad as Fridgar wanted to bitch about the heat, he knew it wouldn't help the morale between the two, so he kept it to himself.
Soon enough, the sounding of rushing water could be heard. Fridgar's ears perked as he listened up ahead. before long, a great big river would come into view, though it was only an offshoot of the Rindlokk Elv, a giant river that stretched across the eastern territories. They'd seen it while flying in from Ne'haer. Fridgar immediately scanned the river banks, searching for any sign of wildlife that they may hunt and kill. No beast could be found by the hungry Lothar just yet, but a hungry beast had found the Lothar and the human.
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