Firefly Ravine 彡(-_-;)彡

Maybe she knew—maybe she could help him.

But where was home?

The boy’s brow furrowed as he struggled to pull a name from his memory. What was it called? Had he ever been given a name? Had he ever heard anyone talking about the pack?

He hadn’t.

“I don’t… I don’t know,” he answered, ears falling back as defeat crept up through the back of his mind. “There’s a river, there’s… there’s mom and Eilonwy and…” And who? Who else was there, what other names might she recognise? He didn’t know of any others, he’d never been told—and he’d never gone out long enough to ask, either. Kubo had never been a little, social butterfly. He’d secluded himself, interacting primarily with his family whilst the world around him remained unexplored, untouched, by his existence. Perhaps this was a punishment for that, for not making friends or learning about his home.

“Do you know where the river is?” he asked, now more desperate than ever. “It’s big, it’s—you can’t miss it!” That was the only thing he knew—the river. The river was grand and mighty, it stretched across what seemed like the entire world. If anything, she had to know about the river. She had to know about it, that way she could take him home.

He missed home.