Deepwood Weald loneliness lingers through unfamiliar towns

Kalika took the invitation and stood to walk beside Akantha, listening to her inquiries. I have. I don't seem to be getting along with many of them, though. She looked down at her paws as they marched alongside each other, a sort of sorrow filling her heart. Kalika liked to think of herself as a woman, but she was a child when it came down to it, and she still felt the pain of rejection as strongly as she had three months ago, and as strongly as she would in the years to come. Not that it matters much to me, she began again with a certain confidence in her tone, I prefer the company of men anyway. Gods know they enjoy mine, as well.