The Heartwood do well; do good

Despite the puddle of sick, she didn’t seem particularly deterred. In fact, she came closer to sniff at him. Caracal wrinkled his nose, imagining he smelled like exactly one thing: shit.

But he otherwise welcomed her proximity, particularly now that he noticed she was rather pretty. He grinned at her, tail waving, happily falling into step beside her so they could leave behind all the smelly bodily fluids.

Sorry about… whatever the shit that was, Caracal said, managing to bite back a snort. I’m dece, he answered her question, but I haven’t had much luck the last few days. I figured it was free food, though I guess I paid a price in the end, or more like out the end.

Hey, what’s your name? I’m Caracal, he introduced as they moseyed through the woods, the air smelling fresher with every step.