Warm. Comfortable. Safe. Things that’d he’d felt just days before that now seemed as though they’d been an eternity ago. The ranger groaned as he sat up, wincing as he stretched trying to loosen the muscles in his back. After several failed attempts, he sighed before reaching over to scratch behind one of Savage’s ears, signaling to the tiger that he was up, and that it was the animals turn to rest for a short while.
There had been very little downtime since his arrival. Wave after wave of demons, battle after battle, with just enough time to catch his breath in between. The only positive is that it hadn’t allowed for much time to dwell on how much he missed the little cottage in Pandaria, and the people within it.
It was not all that long ago he’d been left with a choice. Retreat to the farthest corner of Azeroth he could find and isolate himself, or take time, regroup, and be willing to try and grow from the ‘experience’. He’d chosen the latter, and in the process he managed to wander back to himself. Not the person other people had wanted him to be, but the person that he was.
Amorthon reached over, grabbing his bow and checking the string, an action that had quickly become part of his morning ritual since his arrival. He hadn’t just found his way back to himself, he’d also found people who were happy to interact and engage with him as is…no changes required. People who were proud to be seen with him, rather than keeping him a secret, and demanding that he be a different person. He reached over and ran a hand down the tiger’s back. It was…nice. Unexpected, but nice.
The ranger sighed at the sound of alarms going off in the distance. Yes, he’d finally managed to find people who were okay with just him….and then the damn world had to try and end. Seemed to be his luck. “Come on Savage, we’ve got work to do.”