The Sunspire this is not the way that it should end.

Set after this thread. For anyone who stayed behind from the return party :)

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The return party had left a couple of hours ago, and yet Summer remained by the den where the girls had been held. For some reason, he was finding it difficult to leave. There was a tightness in his chest that was always there in truth, but the boy could tell by the way his thoughts kept dancing on the edge of the dark pit in his mind that he was soon to be lost inside. Something told him that if he moved, the process would only quicken. Usually Summer would take that route for it was better to get the panic attack over and done with so that he could move on faster, but today he felt the need to keep his head for as long as he could.

If he was being honest with himself, the Demonte-Ostrega would know without a doubt what was driving his slip into depression. He rolled from his stomach onto his side, his body remaining curled in a crescent moon shape, with his gaze drifting into the darkness of the den he laid at the mouth of. He knew that he really would not have been any use to Ferdie in returning the hostages to their pack. He was young and scrawny and awkward--probably not much use in a fight or in verbal negotiations. But still. It wasn't really for his pack that he had wanted to go in the first place.

Summer heaved a sigh and shut his eyes. He had no den to call his own, so this place was as good as any to let the pollution slowly fill up his lungs and throat and take over his head.

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