Otatso Wetlands and if i catch it coming back my way, i'm gonna serve it to you

His claws flexed on the ground—the motion of a jiggling leg as he took in what his littermate had to say. Unable to sit still—unable to go on, it seemed. He held himself at an impasse, and he was simply waiting to fall off the proverbial edge he now settled upon.

He could not agree with Viinturuth about Ibis—so much had been unknown to him. Still remained unknown—were Lilitu and Arielle his, by blood? Surely, in all ways that mattered they were—but again, he wasn’t exactly going to win father of the year anytime soon.

Vaguely, he wondered if Eshe realized that, yet, and would come to her good senses and leave.

“Onward then,” he pushed out, pressing himself up and willing himself further. Adrenaline still coursed through him—he wanted nothing more than to tear in to something. So, he would find something tangible—something to solve. He had to.