My friend.

He had been out all day, and all night. Combining the territories near the pack. He was buddied with Hana, and wouldn’t be going any further until she returned from her diplomatic mission from Valhalla. Why dad had sent her, and alone he did not know. He would have gone with her if they had told him. He wished he had, maybe Cairo knew something. He wanted to talk to the only other person who had really gotten Mal. he would know what Mort was feeling right now.

As dawn crinkled the sky, he dragged himself home. Searching for any sign of Hana returning. A part, larger than he cared to admit, held hope that hana would bring home news of Mal’s safe wareabouts. He dragged himself to the communal space, caught no sign of Hana, and promptly passed out in the middle of the grass. Snoring immediately after too many days of too little sleep.