Storm
He stood up again and scented the air, but did not smell anything. He raked the ground with his claws absentmindedly and looked back up and scanned the area once more before sitting down once again and curling his tail around his paws.



"Lamb, tell me a story."
"There once was a pale man with dark hair who was very lonely."
"Why was it lonely?"
"All things must meet this man, so they shunned him."
"Did he chase them all?"
"He took an axe and split himself in two. Right. Down. The middle."
"So he would always have a friend?"
"So he would always have a friend."


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