ALL WELCOME Greer's spoopy RE:
You've discovered an orchard of apples! The ones on the ground have fermented and you start to feel a little tipsy!
late morning/early afternoon - sunny & cold ☀︎ 15 ° F, -10 ° C
Winter was approaching and there was nothing the shadow could do to stop it. The air was growing colder in the lowlands as his fur grew thicker, giving the scrawny Archer a thicker (fluffier) appearance. He preferred his thinner coat; he was not one to care about his appearance, but the whole skeleton vibe was precisely what he was going for. Greer certainly was not a threatening wolf by any means, but if liked to appear that way. The whole ‘half dead’ look generally wasn’t that inviting — which suited the Archer just fine.
As the sun rolled over the horizon Greer streaked across the lowlands, no particular path in mind. Unless he was directed by Craw or Morganna, the shadow never had a plan in mind. He went wherever his paws took him — which typically led him somewhere near the scarlet wolf he was sort of, but not really, but totally fond of. A frown creased his mind as soon as she entered his thoughts, and he quickly dismissed her image with a shake of his head. He did not want to pine after some girl, no matter how wonderful she was. Nor did he want to visit her too often, for he worried she would grow tired of his silent, awkward demeanour. Another shake of his head followed the thought as soon as it entered his head. Greer did not even know why he cared about what the girl thought of him — he did not care what anyone thought of him. Why was she any different?
A third shake of his head came and went, followed by a frustrated growl bubbling from his chest. He liked himself much better when he did not care about anyone — not Kyna, not his family, not even himself.
The shadow pushed forward, cutting through the trees that separated the river wolves from the lowlands. While he had not encountered any of the wolves that resided in the forest (yet), Greer knew that they were nothing to worry about. Their leader had met with Craw several weeks ago and, from his understanding, things had ended on a pleasant note.
As he neared the edge of the lake he stumbled over something on the ground, causing another growl to roll off his tongue as he glanced down at what had caused his steps to falter. An apple? How peculiar. A frown cut into his maw as realized he was surrounded by a handful of apple trees. Blinking, he studied the apples that littered the ground through narrowed brows. Curious, he began to nibble on the one that had caused him to trip — as punishment, of course. A little sour tasting, but not awful.
Three and a half apples later, the shadow was slumped against one of the trees, his head feeling fuzzy and disorientated. How bizarre… A hiccup disturbed his thoughts, a frown still pressed to his dark lips.