Only way to go is up

Emile didn't really know why he'd come here. He was out and about more now, the resurgence of the sun had at the very least started to drive the boy out instead of having him hole up in his nest on his floor. But he wasn't really getting much better than that, he still mostly avoided others, but instead of holing up in his room instead he simply felt more inclined to wander away from the pack lands for the day. He just didn't want to be seen, the scar around his eye itched uncomfortably when others seemed to look upon him.

Emile sighed as he moved through the shadows of the grove, at least it seemed peaceful, and maybe if he was lucky he could find something he could bring home to try and raise on his windowsill. Emile was honestly at his best when he was alone, surrounded by silence and plants. When he was alone he didn't have to worry about how much space he took up, if he was in the way, or if he annoying anyone. His stutter was unnoticeable when he didn't have to speak and his anxiety was at its lowest though it still buzzed in the back of his head.

WC: 208 (208/1500)

"Emile"