Morningside Cuesta this common blood iii

cameo!

He'd never admit it, but he was tired.

Winding after his cousin's trail seemed to be no small thing.

When the den with lavender had been discovered, followed by her scent, he allowed himself some grace to linger near it. Not inclined to actually wedge himself in there but the outside was mighty nice. Even if by now the lavender was mostly drying and losing its maximum potency.

He situated himself against the ground outside the old den site. Loosened a little howl — near if you need me — and allowed his eyes to shut for just a moment...