Meadowlark Prairie codeine scene

No pack, as if the mere suggestion offended. Some history boiled beneath the surface, a kindred soul, but Synder would not reach too far, not yet.

Mm. Before. She answered with a flick of her tail. ...I could not stay. Not that I was kicked out, I just... couldn't watch it anymore. She murmurs, an air of resignation to her voice. Words were chosen carefully, darker truths still shrouded in thorns. Being a refugee was more favourable, isn't that something? She remarked with a scoff, distaste coating her words.

Guilt crept from the shadows. What a rotten soul she had, to abandon those who needed her.

Self preservation. Was it really so awful? No gods could judge her, they were just as complicit in every terrible choice weighted on her shoulders. Had they had their fill of entertainment yet? Could they finally retire the circus pony they'd made of her?

I had hoped to try my luck with another pack... eventually, then I ran into you. It's not the most riveting of stories but—I'm a medic. I figured I could buy my way in.