The Sunspire we're driving cadillacs in our dreams.

@Jace

He felt... woozy. Like he had a stomach flu or some sort of bug. He felt sick. He felt weird. He felt ...happier than he had been in months. Summer felt so confused, and sick, and happy, and free. There were downsides to what he was going, but the ups... The ups were just so... Up! How could he let that go?

The boy walked quietly along the borders, his gaze trained along the path he was taking instead of to all sides as they should have been. He knew that to his packmates he seemed listless. In a better place than he had been for a long time, but... meandering. Like a compass that wasn't completely certain where North really was.

Summer stopped and dropped onto his haunches, not really for any reason except for the fact that it just sort of happened and his brain was only just now realizing it at all. He turned his head and a few seconds later, the world turned too. He needed to sleep, but he felt weirdly wired in a way that did not match his physical state. His eyes focused on some shape in the distance, and for a moment his mind tried to make him believe that it was one of the wolves he had been working so hard lately to find. But it wasn't, and part of him was beginning to think that it would never be.

The bush nodded its agreement, and Summer wasn't even the least bit bothered by it.

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