Qeya River Marble rye

His rest spoiled by a night terror Kekoa found that he could do nothing but walk. He did not have the stomach to eat, nor the voice to speak. He would walk until he could shake off his horror.

The cries of another sounding out he furrowed his brow, moving towards the sound unthinking. He expected to see something upsetting when the source was found, yet when he spotted the familiar wolf glaring up at the ridiculously fat raccoon he couldn't help but snicker.

He was still feeling rather petty about their first meeting, making this a welcome sight. Stood between two bushes he stared at the back of the wolf, a smug look crossing his face as though he had prepared this frustrating issue himself.