Unnerved at the oppressive threat in the air, he ran his hand through his hair, grimacing that it had gotten too long again. He would have to tie it back when he started his new piece, one that he should have started hours ago. He was dying to get back to work again, his fingers itching to stroke the smooth wood, but he knew he had to settle some before he could even try. The image in his mind lingered just out of focus, an image he knew would sharpen as he carved away the excess, but right now his hands shook too much to even attempt it. Tomorrow was soon enough. Tonight the air held something else. Scanning the woods behind his house and the snow-capped mountains in the distance, he took a deep breath, sniffing the air. Something was out there. He caught a scent on a breeze, an unfamiliar, sweet scent, one that somehow seemed as familiar to him as his own. Frowning, he sniffed again, trying to place it, but couldn’t. Odd, since it seemed almost a part of him. The strange restlessness that had plagued him ever since he’d come home that afternoon grew stronger by the minute.
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