Porcupine Ridge my family’s gone, but i don’t care because i love them

His eyes were led to some distant place beyond the mountain’s peaks. Cupid took a mental note of the general location. Avoid at all costs, was scribbled in his mind. This was a simple ‘grab the shit and go’ thing. He could do without the obstacles.

Caw whispered about faeries or something like that. He didn’t know what he was talking about... nor did he care. Still, he smiled and nodded because he was afraid that if he didn’t the loon would go off on him. The Wooow. was fake, drawn out enthusiasm.

Cupid was grateful that the subject had changed. Nah. I’m looking for herbs. I remember there was a cave full of them somewhere up here. He was comfortable with the yearling knowing that much about him. Maybe he could point him in the right direction.

Then there were the saints. Man, these guys were pretty popular huh? And they were lurking somewhere nearby. Just his luck. Do you know where they are?