Honeyed Pasture Look at all the stars they have fallen

Figment had done his best to just let his sister be. He didn’t know heartache like she was experiencing, but he knew it in other forms and so he knew the only real medicine for it was time, and he was willing to give her all the time she needed.

But even so, he too had begun to wonder what their next move would be. He loved her dearly, but he had to admit that he longed to be part of a community again. Their stop in Mereo had reminded him that he was not fit for the life of a vagabond. He was a pack wolf.

But was Fenn ready for that?

There seemed to be no time like the present to find out. He looked over at her as she asked the question, considering. ”You might not love this,” he cautioned before continuing, ”But I think we need a pack. Whether we form our own or join another. I think it would help to have a goal or a task to focus on. Something to take your mind off… things.”

He paused to let her react, uncertain of what to expect.