Emberwood banned from the gucci store

His phrasing gave no indication of how he expected or hoped Killdeer might answer. But when he said the word “torn,” Caracal visibly sagged. That was exactly how he felt! He should’ve known Killer would be on the same page. He reached out for a casual fist bump of solidarity.

Maybe we could join a pack, just for a bit? This one, or… my mom’s living with Moonglow. Even if we don’t want to go there to stay, we should definitely visit. I’m not sure about Auntie Woo… but maybe mom knows.

Flopping down beside the younger wolf and his meal, Caracal let out a relieved sigh. It was good to get off his feet. That reminded him, I ran into Sphyra and helped pluck some thorns out of her ass. She wasn’t here, so he let himself snicker about it. Made me think of how I wouldn’t mind going somewhere where I can pick up my caretaker training again.

He picked at a blade of dead grass as he thought aloud, though he paused and looked at Killdeer’s face, wondering suddenly if his nephew had any particular vocations. What kind of training might interest him, if they did decide to crash somewhere on a more permanent basis?