Creak, crack, crunch

Mercury flashed him an easy grin “Thanks” He said as he finished making a small fire on the sandy beach where it would pose no danger to the coat. That done, he began to steep some tea. He was glad when Seumas snagged some meat and began to eat. The other wolf looked as if he needed the food.

He listened as Seumas spoke of looking for somewhere to belong. He felt the familiar ache in his own chest. He knew the feeling well. He had been lost until he had found Wren, and realised he had not lost everything. “No pressure, but my friend is forming a pack soon called the Menagerie. Perhaps you could check it out? She’s assembling people from all walks of life, giving people a place to feel they belong. It might be your scene, it might not.” He suggested.


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