Do you got room for one more troubled soul?

*Askan* · 07-24-2020, 07:21 AM

The rain was back again, pouring down so fierce that Askan was drenched in seconds. Just as before he knew that he ought to seek out shelter, but he wasn't quite as dramatic about it this time, no skittering from one tree to the next or making a fool of himself. Just quiet acceptance. Of course, it went without saying that if he found shelter he'd make use of it, but if he didn't then he could deal with a bit of rain. It wouldn't kill him, probably. And so he wandered on, ears pinned to his skull as his tail hung limp between his legs. Just as moody and broody as the morning rain.

His senses were dull, drowned out and washy, so it wasn't exactly his fault that he didn't notice the loner all huddled up there, shoulders hunched like she hadn't grown right. It was only when she spoke that Askan had a huh moment and he stomped to a standstill. He squinted and that's when he saw her amongst all the browns and greys, along with the little critter that was using her as shelter.

"Is that a squirrel?" Askan asked, incredulous. Of course he had eyes and knew a squirrel when he saw one, so his question was more accurately why do you have a squirrel?

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