Broken Boulder écris une chanson contente

He's not sure if it's a blessing or a curse that Delight is so easy to avoid— or maybe he's just really good at avoiding people. Most of his day is spent just outside the territory, whether anyone likes it or not; the woods are good for gathering herbs, and also very good for avoiding packmates. A packmate. He returns with mouth and fur full of plant, trailing flower petals and leaves like a furry Disney princess based on depression memes and put through a blender.
The last thing he expects is to run into one of Delight's kids— or, uh, the other way around. He comes to a halt even before she reaches him, but hesitates; she'll see him, right? Nope. He realizes at the last moment that he's overestimated the observation skills of a one-month-old, but it's too late. The resulting collision is fatal, killing him on impact and making Solomon the youngest mu— okay, wishful thinking time is over.
He drops the plants in surprise, even though he'd seen her coming— he's great like that. They shower over her, and surprise surprise, she makes a much better princess than he does. Sorry, He's a little amused and a little concerned— where is Queenie? Where is Delight? Oh god, he can't face either of them right now, but— well, secretly he's been wanting to see the kids, despite himself, despite everything. Uhh, where— where are your mom and dad? Oh gross, gross, gross, he doesn't want to refer to them as that— gross!