I stomped a little on my way back toward the northeastern district, where the Oak Knot was. My mood, which was pretty good after figuring out what I could about the Stash, had been thoroughly soured by the encounter with that 'Luca'.
> What did he mean… hope you know what you're doing? As if there's anything happening at all! <
Vrika had nothing to offer but a silence to my childishness that somehow felt more judgmental than actual whines, barks, whimpers, or even words would have been. A few blocks away from the park, I finally pulled out my phone and scrolled through the photos I'd taken.
They were surprisingly good - in my limited opinion. So much so that, before I could overthink it, I selected the best one and tapped the places on the screen to add it to a message.
C: [Beautiful city you have here. The humans are nice. The wolves and lingering scents I have mixed feelings about.]
