Cedar Sweep I wonder what it's like to be my friends

"i find yours to be an educated guess," germanicus told arlette with his usual understated earnesty. "it is sensible that they would use the fruit of their labor to stay alive." much in the way a pack dug caches, he supposed. or stored herbs, his mind added, shifting to sacnite for a brief moment.

"i must say i do not mind that the insects leave for the winter," he chuffed lightly, a brief humour touching his flower-petal gaze. sickening things, mostly, bringing itch and doubt through every other season.