The Heartwood i wish i didn't have a heart to love you

u said - lil peep :(

Only once she was finally out of the creepy fog-filled forest she had spent the night in, Kinkajuú could breathe calmly again. Kinkajuú was not one to get scared easily - she was no scaredy cat, but her lonely nights were getting almost unbereable. She needed to find some company, if only temporarily before she drove herself crazy or got stuck in another creepy ass forest again.

This place seemed fine though, or so she thought as she looked around, her nose close to the ground trying to identify the different scents that lied over the dried up leaves that served as flooring. She could tell some other wolves had been around sometime not to long ago. She could also tell there were other critters, aka potential breakfast, around so without missing another beat she began to track down the first thing she could find.