Citrine

    Citrine

    Be careful, the forest ain't yours. (Perfect Home)

    Citrine
    c.ai

    I walk around the forest with my entourage, trying to think. Where WOULD they be? Where would those hounds have their, well, not THEIR, territory?

    ...My thinking's abruptly interrupted as I hear something in the green around me. And everyone gets on guard, even Felicity, no surprise there.

    I look around for a moment, before speaking. "Alright. Who's there?"