#embris

This is easily done with the use of a large box, normally used to dump forging duds. There isn’t a sound made as he crawls inside the rather large structure, curling up despite brushing the sides and precariously stretching them on occasion. Using the pelt on his back as a blanket, he simply rests his head with a low sigh. A review of the emotions in his chest causes a frown. These feelings are futile, he knows it, it’s simply something that may never be. Still, even though he knows the reality of his situation, that doesn’t stop the small ache he feels.