Grouse Thicket A distant heartache

he doesn't know how long he's been lying here, but he doesn't really care at this point. he feels like shit, and there's no one around to care. heavenly and anais are gone, rokig probably hates him — and what other connection does he have here? apparently the universe has an answer for him, because a familiar pale form emerges from the foliage the moment the thought crosses his mind. he snorts softly, amusement tugging at the corners of his lips for a moment before jean-pierre asks him what happened. a fuckin' death pit, he says, ears flattening to his skull. the grooming relaxes him somewhat, though he tries to stifle any outward reaction. it takes him a moment to find the words to elaborate, already a little worked up at the thought of his experience. joined some guy on the coast tryin' to start a pack, ended up fallin' in a fuckin' hole in the fuckin' ground — i was stuck in some beach cave for days. almost died.