Sleepy Fox Hollow yeah, i've been throwin' down the whiskey

siku never patrolled.

not really. he liked to follow the trail of wylla and mahler. emmerich too. yet he did not guard as they did. he shuffled through the snow, searched for plants left behind or forgotten by the cold. an impossible task for an impossible boy.

so color him surprised when for once it seemed he was closest to a call.

for a moment, he panicked that it would be somebody from mereo.

then, as he rounded a slope, he realized they didn't look like somebody from mereo. nor did they really smell like mereo. he sucked in a sudden sharp breath and began to near. his towering height may have been frightful if not for the lack of bulk on his body.

hello, he did his best to stand tall, proud. paleo was his home now too. i'm siku, of paleo. and there he feels a small ember of pride in his chest.

might i...ask why you called?