Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151244/@comment-27492740-20160202025920

Breeze padded to the mouth of the cave. 8 sunrises had passed, and so had the storm, but there was no sign of Black, and the Tribe had begun to give up hope. "Wing?" she mewed softly. "Are you coming? I'm going to look for Black. He's got to still be out there!"