In the days after their lovemaking Noah found himself wishing for rain and storms. Zulrav answered his wishes by granting those storms, large bucketing drops or drizzles or just thick cloud cover with thunder rumbling in the sky. It was all he wanted and was what he got. It was like his deity could spoil him with storms, all he had to do was ask since he could not conjure them entirely himself. The storm was particularly absent the day his stitches were removed, leaving in a state of seemingly suspended animation, as if his mind was processing what had happened and his body was growing accustomed to the sensation of the stitches being no longer there. While he was happy, Noah was extremely quiet that day.

In the past few days he thought on the night in the tent, how it had been threatened with unravelling if such a recovery had not been made. Though he probably shouldn’t have felt like it, he was taking a grand gamble in opening himself to Elann in such a way, bondmate or not. What she thought as being a ill-behaved wife he saw as a disrespectful bondmate, and in his mind it was a much graver crime. Sense told him to keep her at bay still but the bond begged for the gap to be closed in order for the bond to thrive in an nonthreatening environment. It overpowered sense, to his conflicted dismay.

It was drizzling today and the Kelvic was quiet still, lying on the bench on his stomach as he listened to the wheels slosh in the wet road. There was low thunder overhead sending occasional vibrations down to the ground they trod but nothing akin to the storm that lashed out at them the day before his stitches were removed, were the caravan was threatened to halt if the rain and wind continued to beat at them like it did for hours during the beginning of that day’s trip. It only seemed to get worse as they trekked, eventually ceasing as Zulrav’s attention had to turn elsewhere.

Noah swung his arm down over the edge of the bench, letting it sway back and forth while he looked out into the wagon before him. Aimee was on the other bench on her back with a blanket over her lower body as she napped, her head lulling towards the canvas of the wagon so Noah couldn’t see her face. The rain, while she loved it, made the wolf want to do nothing but sleep since she usually couldn’t do much else in it. Noah, on the other hand, could be awake in vibrant no matter how dangerous the storm or could sleep through the loudest thunder because he knew it was his god’s causation.

It was the first bell after the noon one, or somewhere between the first and second. Time was beginning to really blur together for the Kelvic and he failed to keep track of the days until his stitches were forecast to be removed. The day came to his surprise and delight, now he was enjoying his improved mobility. As he listened to the wind come at the wagon from his side he did realize though, he was hesitant to be back in the skies. It had been a long time since he felt it under his wings and the last memory wasn’t exactly a good one. That day blurred together, how the falcon assaulted him, how Elann yanked on his soul to be her savior, how he was down along with the bear Elann managed to kill before it killed her.

He was truthful when he told Elann he was always afraid. Their mortality was shaken that day; Elann faced a brutal death at the hand of a mother bear and Noah faced a slow death by bleeding and injuries if Elann wasn’t able to quickly get him back to the caravan. The memory was beyond tragic to him. It was what he thought about as he absentmindedly looked about the wagon’s interior. Per usual, Noah was nude this day, underneath a blanket like Aimee was, though Aimee wore a large shirt and tights, sticking to the style since Elann complimented her on it many days ago.