Whitefish River Standing on my own two feet

That was a good question. To be truthfully honest, he hadn't been keeping track of the days lately, his mind too focused on what laid ahead and what was needed for the pack. There were no safety nets to rely on while they had been setting up. The need for food or marking the borders was great and took all of their energies to make sure their little home was here to stay. Hard to say, if I am to be truthful. A week or two if I had to guess? Life's been busy since we all joined. What about you? His eyes trailed the tops of the trees, the specs of light seeping through when given the chance to litter the ground with dancing lights.

Unknown to the medic, Tobias too sought out the stories of his packmates. Everyone has a story and he wanted to hear them all. Perhaps one day he could weave a tale about how all of their chapters came together to make the story of Kaistleoki.  Of course that all depended on the willingness to share any kind of intimate details about one's self. What's your story?