Yesterday, 10:42 PM
So long, so far, and he was anxious to return! He missed his sisters. He worried for his father. He fretted over his packmates. So many emotions swirled within him that his chest ached beneath their weight. But they were home! And they had brought supplies. He carried a fur bundle filled with an assortment of medicinal herbs, hoping to ease the strain on their dwindling stores. As his mother’s howl rang through the air, his tail began to wag eagerly.
Idle Motes of Light
Speaks Common, Scots, and French
IC ≠ OOC
3-3-3
Speaks Common, Scots, and French
IC ≠ OOC
3-3-3
