Emberwood Living in a wasteland

he feels a faint pang of sympathy as he listens to what she says. loss and longing. he'd been there before, more times than he could count. i’m sorry, he mutters with a solemn blink of his eyes, but he doesn’t pretend to understand the depth of her grief.

but her words move him to sentiments. there’s a place for everybody, you just have to find it. bearclaw... it’s that place for everybody, if you’re open to it. feels like a family.

he huffs softly, a visible plume of breath curling into the cold air. as he speaks, he knows it’s time to return. his duty, his pack—they call to him, as they always do.

if you ever find yourself looking for a home, he adds. come find me.