Haunted Wood you’d think smelling like lemon zest would be pretty neat

the apparition spoke and famine stared blankly. had he done something wrong? the question implied he had, but phillip's steadily wagging tail told a different story. thinking too much about what the whole thing meant made famine's head hurt, and so he decided to ignore logic.

instead, he walked confidently up to his packmate and reared upward, hoping to push against the man's side rather than fall back onto the ground. how long had it been since his last play session?