Nimbus Summit ain, yun

Oh man, I know that feel, he replied, empathizing with the frustration he heard in her voice. Caracal remembered how dismayed he’d felt when Sialuk had told him his sprain would take weeks to mend. Wish I could say it doesn’t suck, waiting around for it to heal… but it totally sucks butts.

Heda asked him a question. Caracal was happy to answer. Perhaps companionship and conversation would get her mind off the situation, make the time pass a little faster. But before he could answer, she made an offhanded remark to Imaq, who in turn called him a “medicine man.”

His chest puffed up a little, though before the yearling could come up with a response, Imaq departed. Caracal crooked a paw after her and shouted, Bye! There was something very intriguingly unique about her, but he soon forgot all about Imaq as his attention returned to his injured peer.

Oh, uh… I actually hadn’t lived anywhere in a while before I came here. The pack where I was born disbanded in the winter and I traveled with my buddy for a while. We actually stopped when I busted my own ankle a couple months back. Caracal could get into that whole story, but instead he asked, What about you, were you born here?