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

aditya chuckled, grinning. that sounds very nice, he remarked, and settled down with the young man. the sand was cool, a far cry from its warmth in the summer season—but its slightly damp and soft familiarity was a comfort, and he found himself leaning into it.

i have. . .an odd question, he continued, and sheepishly glanced at the other wolf. would you happen to be related to the morningside wolves?

no, and he could relax. yes. . .and maybe an opportunity to tell some stories, and to ease his conscience.

either way, he had to know before it ate him alive.