HOLD ME CLOSER TINY DANCER;; open - return

Tired paws drug an equally tired body along the path of wherever it was going. Bluefish grey orbs were glued to the ground, a blank look to them as a wall rebuilt itself on the inside. Thoughts and memories clawed their way through Solsken’s mind, his demons slowly creeping up from the dark depths they hAd been hiding in. His mind seemed to be on the brink of collapse, the pain and agony of the last few hours, what felt like days, having finally caught up to the pup. Dark red claw marks ached where they sat on his face, leaving a deadly remind of what had happened not so long ago.

A familiar scent crossed Solsken’s path, drawing his head upwards to peer at the direct of the scent. His orbs locked onto the form of a lion cub standing before him, confusion sweeping across his features. “R-Ruven?” He stuttered out, stepping backwards away from the cub as hurt crossed his gaze.