Wapun Meadow you can only blame your problems on the world for so long

He straightens when his face is clean, feeling a little better now, but that changes quickly. The mask almost slips when Valdemar speaks again. Almost. He swallows, takes in a breath, focuses on the feeling of the earth beneath his paws. Now isn't the time. The feeling passes, and he nods to the other. That's what I'm hoping to do. Find myself, He says, forcing himself to sound a little cheerier and more confident. He doesn't have much to add, though. And maybe a friend eventually.