...where was Chameleon's dad? ...where had he gone? It wasn't hard to lose a talking jackal. Just a few days before, he had been in the Dustunners' camp, perfectly okay. He'd been well, mentally and physically. He'd been Chameleon's dad. Just like he almost always had. Even if Jackrabbit wasn't her first dad, he'd been her first proper one. He'd been the first dad who treated Chameleon like he wanted her around just for her. Not for what she could do. He never needed her to be anything important. Nothing important, except his daughter. That had been important enough on its own. And it was something that Chameleon was always proud to be. She was always proud to say that she was Jackrabbit's daughter. Whenever she stared into the oasis, she could basically see the jackal staring back at her. She was just like him. But, now? She was just like his memory. She was the ghost of a clanmate that had once been. And, Chameleon didn't want to say it. She never would. But, Jackrabbit wasn't coming back. Forever was a word that Chameleon didn't use often, but it was certainly one that his lack of exsistence wouls inhabit. The only thing left in the void of deep, dark depression was a grief for what could have been.
