<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br/><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br/><strong>Who:</strong>L'aen, Danae, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shaman House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Exhausted and half frozen he limped into the shaman house. Letting go of L'aen he nosed him over to a place by the fire. Wearily he sprawled out on the floor by the fire and let L'aen explain himself without his help. Needless to say he didn't let anyone touch him, not when he knew kon and possibly Son'Lahleli would be needing it. He could wait.<br/><br/>It was warm and though the warmth sinking into his bones made his wounds thaw and begin to hurt that much more the stiffness the cold had brought was melting away. Giving a sigh he lay his great head on his paws and tried to be still and resist the urge to lick the wounds as the pain drummed through him with the beating of his heart. If he had it his way he would have curled up someplace dark and warm and slept it off but he knew Ts'itu would absolutely murder him for it.<br/><br/>Some time later, he wasn't sure how long, Tsaghani came in carrying Son'Lahleli. His ears perked up and he raised his head from his paws as he took in the condition she was in. Absolute fury burned through him at the sight of her. How dare they! they would pay for wounding her so and if she didn't make it he would make sure she was avenged! What did they want? It couldn't be just the boy. He was only a boy and he was sure he wasn't that valuable. What were they planning? The outrage lingered but he had no energy for it. Putting his head back down on his paws he watched the goings on, golden eyes dancing in the light of the fire, the smell of blood thick in the air. The winds were changing, the spirits whispered and the bad omens told of trouble coming there way.<br/><br/>(link to Sadghan lake & forests post: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178654.25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178654.25))