Forest outside Winstrate Area X Sunset X (14)
With his short claws and squat body the Cubone can’t climb the tree as agilely as the Buizel had; his short nails were more rounded than pointed for digging in the earth not holding on to anything. Instead he nudges the Weavile, climbing onto the ice type’s back as Zhen climbs. Holding on tightly around the dark-furred neck the little Ground Type looks around. On the horizon the bright tangerine orange sphere of the sun turns the clouds gold and rose pink as it sinks downwards. Soon the night will come…
The Buizel, apparently over his mania now he is no longer dwelling on it, locates a sizable hollow and starts to line it with a bed of leaves for insulation against the cold of night.
This tree is both large and rather old with thick spreading branches he can balance on. Helping out the nest’s construction Vier plucks a few softer leaves to line the nest being constructed. The afternoon air is warm…
“Nearly done.” He states as he blinks in the harsh sunlight. A sizable nest for the night has already taken form in the hollow.
Clutching his leather satchel close to him the Cubone steps into the leaf lined nest, bone club safely stored in the leather bag, and sits down.
With a prompting nudge from Vier the Weavile’s body starts to move. Long hooked claws dig easily into the bark to give him a grip as the Dark Type agilely moves amongst the tree’s branches, his body numbly going through the motions of gathering leaves regardless of the strange blankness of the thought that still filled his head. His claws trail across the bark, cutting disconnected squiggly lines in the surface, mere disjointed fragments of the symbols he would usually carve for his pack. Moving on habit he starts to climb higher into the branches of the tree until he can look over the entire area.
The bright light of the sunset dazzles his bright red eyes but he doesn’t notice, merely performing the action out of habit rather than actually scouting.
Leaving gashes in the bark as he clambers back down Zhen looks at the nest for a while with Vier curled up and ready to sleep before he simply flops over in the leaves. The cubone picks up one of his arms and curls it around his own shoulders.
((OOC: One more post then time-skip to morning?))