Mount Apikuni i got a heart that don’t speak to me anymore

marten noted the confusion -- or concern -- or perhaps a mix of both, and offered a small smile. we recently formed -- rather quickly, too, he explains without prompt, but didn't share too much about the pack otherwise.

to hear the other start to talk about herb gathering in the same demeanor that he had brought a reaction from marten, his ears pricking upright as his gaze fell down the man again. there was an abandoned cache -- probably by an old pack -- with some leftover supplies... not much, but good enough for me. but that's about all i've managed to find too. 

cupid. seemed ironic to marten, who knew of stories of a man named cupid. he always pictured the god to look paler... maybe with a rosy nose. but those were just stories, after all, this was an actual wolf before him. where are you from, cupid? he asks.