November 10, 2023, 01:45 PM
Loneliness was a disease. He felt sick with it, at least. Panacea was more than capable of self-sufficiency but he was tired of it, tired of being alone, and with winter on the horizon he knew that it was time to finally start looking for a place.
No guarantee that this pack would be it, but he called at the border nonetheless, unaware that he had arrived during a time of turmoil for the resident pack. Panacea had always had terrible timing.
No guarantee that this pack would be it, but he called at the border nonetheless, unaware that he had arrived during a time of turmoil for the resident pack. Panacea had always had terrible timing.