Porcupine Ridge All children, except one, grow up.

A red tipped ear twitched at the sound of gravel shuffling, turning her head toward the sound she was face to face with an agouti male. She held no recognition in her gaze, their previous shared home a complete mystery to her. Padma had very little memory of the time she spent with her parents, only the overwhelming sense of lose remained.

“Um no I don’t live around here.” The girl shook her head, looking back at the rocks around the area. “I take it you’re not from around here either.” It was an assumption, not something she did often, but it made sense. Not many asked for directions in the area they lived. Curious eyes peaked back at the man.