Lost Creek Hollow punk

Silence had rang clear in the ears of Amadeus for days now. The rules were clear; he knew where Milana was, and he needed to do his father's bidding. Little sister or not she was an abandoner, and more than that now she had children - children she had not gained permission for.

His tail flagged high as he passed through trees and took in unfamiliar scents with heavy breaths. The feeling of being closed off, hidden, was a comfort while he was deep in his thoughts.

Unexpectedly, he stumbled forward into lowered ground.

Regaining his footing, he lifted his head to find an open hollow.