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a weary sigh broke the serene silence of the wellspring. gucci set his head back upon his wrists, paws partially submerged in the softly rippling waters.

despite his honest efforts to dispel it, his foul mood persisted. awful images of crowfeather's hypothetical mangled corpse flashed trough his mind at the worst of times. he was unconsolable in his worry and fear.
 
worst of all, he thought he knew where the dark man had gone, but to admit that knowledge to himself could only lead to worse outcomes, once the outpost never sends word of the prince's arrival...

he exhaled trough his nose. the tip of his tail curved over the stone edge and touched the water with every breath the little man took.

oh, what horrible fate had befallen his friend?