The Butterfly

Thistle frowned it was no surprise though given her last terrible run in with Kennedy. She had considered him a friend once, but now a darkness ate at his very soul and he was bitter and mean. She would not be able to be around him again until he stopped his nonsense, but she did not know if that would happen.

Yes right before spring we had a landslide you've probably seen the carnage. Kennedy was trapped. I fixed him as best I could, but he broke his leg, but more than that broke. Something broke in his very soul and he has all but given up. I tried telling him he could hunt with three legs but he won't listen to me, prefers to shoot insults and treat others badly than take the help. She was saddened by this she really was he had been full of vibrancy and life once upon a time.