Bucky was still weary after the trek through the mountains, but he had something he had to do that couldn’t be put off. He let out a short howl as he made his way down to the oaks and towards the tree he had dug a den under for Holly’s kids to shelter in. He knew they didn’t always use it anymore, but that it was still a bit of a hub area for them. His whiskers twitched, regret flashing through his blue eyes.
Tension shifted through his fur. He didn’t know how Holly was going to take this. He might very well have to fend off a angry and resentful she-wolf soon enough. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to leave things on such a sour note, but he didn’t credit Holly with making the most sound of decisions.
“Holly?” He called once the howl died out. “Saya, Rowan, Ash?”
Mar 01, 2018 06:50 PM
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