Flycatcher Downs And you told me we'd never survive

The short male nodded his head softly as the other spoke. Soaking in the information that had flowed so freely from his mouth. It seemed he would be in luck today.

In fact, he had been close to actually thanking the male but that last sentence seemed to draw Rokig's features downward. His brows furrowed once more and even the ebony lining of his lip seemed to curve towards the earth. How many packs are there nearby to here? Because it was starting to feel like things were closing in from every side. That he would never find just what he needed for a night or two. Did the packs not feel cramped themselves? Was he simply reverting back to old paranoid ways? If he had hands they would have no doubt been fidgetting with anything nearby.

He was beginning to feel very unsure of every decision he had made that had led up to this moment.