Totoka River The West End

Kekoa had lost track of the days, but when he came down from his high it was with a pale-coated woman stood over him.

"Feeling better?" She asked with a tilt over her head. "I threw away those mushrooms, they were making you ill."

"Wha..?" Kekoa felt exhausted. Wary, he turned his head to the left and spotted a pile of dried vomit.

She eyed him, head leaning to get a sniff of his thick coat. "You said your name is Kekoa. That means you're from the West End, right?" Kekoa felt small under her gaze. He vaguely recognised the pack name, his eyes blinking slowly. It was his father's pack, not his own, but his answer came without thought. "..Yes."

From the way she stared, Kekoa knew that she must know he was lying. "Walk on the coastline, westward, and you'll find them." She told him, helping Kekoa to his paws. "They are your family, they'll help you get better."

With slow nods, Kekoa began to walk west. He was following her instructions without further question; maybe because he was too tired to argue, maybe because he knew he needed somewhere to heal. He couldn't stop, not while he was alone, and she was right. The mushrooms weren't just making him ill anymore, they were going to kill him.