Porcupine Ridge my family’s gone, but i don’t care because i love them

it does not escape caw that cupid has not also told him where she is from, but this is okay. not everyone belongs to a pack; this must be the case. and that is okay!

“yes,” caw chirps. “seelie court is in willows!” he lifts his head from the ground and jabs with one paw in what he is fairly certain is the correct direction – over some mountains and towards the sea. then, in a slightly more hushed voice, as though imparting some grave and deeply secret information: “is home of faeries. am not a faerie yet. but will be soon!”

caw does not know how he is supposed to be made into a faerie. surely it is not this simple. but he has also given the faerie queen his name, which in retrospect he was absolutely not supposed to do, so probably she can do whatever she wants. there are worse things than becoming a faerie, after all!

“why in mountains?” caw continues, still on his back and staring after cupid. “are looking for packs here? faerie queen says saints are nearby. is good to be careful.”