Phoenix Maplewood transparent soul

Blueberry had snapped to attention upon @Bronco's call, and when the message sank in, her stomach had plummeted.

She'd taken off without a care for anything or anyone else, immediately trying to track him down. Following each and every clue she could find—his scent, his haunts, and so on. She traveled north, panting, desperate for answers.

Because if he was leaving. . .she was sure as fuck going with him.

BRONCO! Blueberry called out, voice startling birds from their roosts in the maple trees. She paced through the well-worn forest trails, eyes darting. ARE YOU HERE, SOMEWHERE?!

She had to find him.