Grouse Thicket 腐敗 ogamu-juku

Although Satsu was physically here, her mind and heart had gone astray, to wonder across the memories painted with the corridors of love as she spoke of others whom Dragonfly assumed to be family. Had he known her better he would have shared memories and sentiments of his own, like how the apple orchard reminded him also of home. The partly-sweet scent of the cherry tree that belonged to his home pack. And oh, how beautiful it was when it blossomed during spring. For a moment his heart cried.

"Tell me more.." He whispered almost in a ghost-like manner, as if it was his dying man's last wish. Or maybe he was more like a good ghoul, willingly to listen to a stranger in need.