Stone Circle Live from the dance floor

Panacea wasn't the best with social cues; no orphan raised in a cult and cast out too young would be, he reasoned. Even so, he knew how to tell when someone didn't like him.

So the trip was quiet. The pale-furred girl was quiet. He was — distinctly uncomfortable, and questioning Akavir's opinion of him now. What had he done to make the alpha hate him? Or maybe he was just a dick. Maybe he was sitting in his den cackling to himself right then. That had to be it.

Either way, Panacea was mulling his own life decisions and contemplating the legality of cruel and unusual punishment in the Teekon Wilds (could he even find a good lawyer here? What if Akavir was related to the judge?) when the pair approached the borders. Cygnet was already calling for the leaders while Panacea was still trying to process the — were those rocks? Yes, big rocks. A big circle of big rocks. He blinked, finally realizing just how foggy he felt today. Fuck me.