Hoshor Plains and i'm sorry that i lie when i talk to you

@Evergreen ❤ forward dated a few days

He hasn't returned. He still can't quite bring himself to turn back toward his pack, his temporary home, unable to bear the thought of facing @Midar after his absence. No explanation seems good enough, rational enough — likely because there isn't a good or rational reason for it at all. He simply can't, not when the thought of returning feels so much like suffocating. So he's lying here instead, a broken thing sprawled out like a corpse. His mouth feels dry, throat sore, eyes crusted and gummy, coat a ragged mess over a too-thin frame. He's not sure how long he's been here, not anymore; days, perhaps. Maybe he will die here.
Maybe he'd deserve it.