On the road again

It was about that time, wasn't it? He had been away from Sonticus for a little over a day, and even if he left now he wouldn't return till after dark. But it was fitting, wasn't it? He hadn't shown his face much around his temporary home, and the most active he's been is when his father finally returned. While the fire in his belly had woken up, the desire to learn more and more about healing, he wanted to do it in the comfort of his own home. But there had been plans, a deal, something that Starling had chosen upon himself to extend. It was lucky that he has, wasn't it? If he hadn't extended it he would have gone home knowing a fraction more than he had when he left. Sure he had that birthing experiance under his belt, but that was about it, wasn't it? And it was all his own fault. Spring had come and passed and he had spent it indoors, not even venturing out to hunt for plants as he adored to do. Spring was his favorite season, but he had let this one just...pass him by. So with a gentle sigh, an awkward goodbye to whomever was around, he ventured off, taking a detour through his favorite territory before he ventured off to the north. His paws stepped through the gentle red leaves that coated the ground, and he sighed sadly. One more season and everything would be dead, and he would know more about healing and he could go home. One more season.


"Burn Baby Burn"