Coconut Grove i'd promise you anything for another shot at life.

you and me both, aditya agreed. he sat down slowly, using a nearby trunk to scratch an itch upon his cheek. i've always preferred the warm season—but then, i come from the south. yet had spent so much of his life here, far north from where he was born.

could he really call himself a southern wolf, anymore?

the weeks portion of the young man's statement intrigued him, and he cocked his head in query. i made a home here, once, adi went on. tried to form a pack. it was not to be. . . what are your plans?

and who are you? it would, perhaps, be revealed in time. and maybe it was best that a morningside didn't know him for what he truly was, and all that he'd done. 

i'm so sorry, grayday.