Sleepy Fox Hollow heimlichtuerei

Reyson had many things in his life both blessings and curses. It had changed him, shaped him, and perhaps there was a blight to his soul. Deeper, darker than any other. Perhaps he was not solely good, or kind. But he was real, he was him. He knew himself. He knew his limits.

Reyson gave a lift of one side of his muzzle and nodded. I agree, though I think there are some who are better than all of us. Who dedicate their lives to saving others.

Reyson listened and studied the field. So poppies, he frowned. He didn't like them. Good for pain, but they give you brain fog. Don't like them. I will be here.