`` I still remember that smell. I didn't want to be a k!ller at such a young age, but he pushed me too far. And no one did again. Not after what I did. ``
The scent of rain was heavy in the air. Patch marches back to his mother's den with pride, vole clenched right in his jaw. That's when he picked up the scent. Bl00d. Not fresh kill. Not another rouge. His mother. (That's all y'all get for now)
