where; Landonhill whom; Wendy @wendyskies
Wandering around Damocles' house and hoping that he'd be able to stop his friend from doing something truly and uniquely idiotic wasn't Walden's best idea, but at the moment it was sort of his only idea. Dam should count himself glad that Walden didn't show up with some fucking cassowaries and just trap him inside this place.
He hadn't done that, but he had definitely ruined several trees. His hands were bleeding and the poor goddamn trees were missing branches and chunks of their trunks, and Walden didn't care. Damocles wasn't the only one allowed to make dumb decisions here.
"What?" He snapped as he heard someone coming up the hill and towards him. "What the fuck do you want?"
When he turned and saw Wendy, part of the anger wilted. "Oh. It's you. The birds are at home."
--