He shouldn’t have wandered away from camp. He regretted it now. He’d take feeling crowded over staring down a momma bear with only a sword and a prayer. She was still a distance off, but he bet she could close it faster than he could get away. Her baby was still pawing at his boot and rolling around in the snow at his feet.
He’d almost tripped over the cub when he’d come this way, looking for a moment by himself away from the camp. He wasn’t used to being around people, being in close quarters. Sharing a tent with two others was especially difficult. A moment to breathe was all he needed. But he couldn’t get even that.
He tried to shoo the little brown baby away, but it growled and nipped at him instead, and followed him when he tried to walk away. He didn’t want to lead it back to camp.
And then… and then of course, there was momma growling over there.
2.
The map must be wrong. He should have come upon a river by now, and a crop of large boulders. This looks like the same hill he crossed an hour ago…
Actually. Are those … footprints… Those are his footprints, aren’t they?
Maker’s breath. It’s the same fucking… He holds his map out in front of him, puzzling over where he went wrong and trying to figure out where he might be.
Nico di Angelo | Heroes of Olympus | DA AU | Human non-mage
He shouldn’t have wandered away from camp. He regretted it now. He’d take feeling crowded over staring down a momma bear with only a sword and a prayer. She was still a distance off, but he bet she could close it faster than he could get away. Her baby was still pawing at his boot and rolling around in the snow at his feet.
He’d almost tripped over the cub when he’d come this way, looking for a moment by himself away from the camp. He wasn’t used to being around people, being in close quarters. Sharing a tent with two others was especially difficult. A moment to breathe was all he needed. But he couldn’t get even that.
He tried to shoo the little brown baby away, but it growled and nipped at him instead, and followed him when he tried to walk away. He didn’t want to lead it back to camp.
And then… and then of course, there was momma growling over there.
2.
The map must be wrong. He should have come upon a river by now, and a crop of large boulders. This looks like the same hill he crossed an hour ago…
Actually. Are those … footprints… Those are his footprints, aren’t they?
Maker’s breath. It’s the same fucking… He holds his map out in front of him, puzzling over where he went wrong and trying to figure out where he might be.
“I’m lost. Great. What else can go wrong?”
Achoo! His arms jerk, the map splits in half.