So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

Home kind of sucked at the moment. Most of his littermates had scattered to the wind and their father was… gone. Taken, by the Long Night. He just didn’t really feel like facing it much. So he wandered around the territories of Boreas, exploring, gathering herbs, and brushing up on his fighting skills. Feeling more than a little lost, groundless.

He'd gotten into a pretty good tumble with a jaguar a few days before, but he was still too prideful to go home. He limped slowly through the willow trees, sniffing about for any familiar herbs. The rough binding of his front knee occasionally leaked with the jostling of his stride, as the late afternoon sun faded across the horizon.


"Senryū Cavaliere-Klein"