LOREN
At the bottom of the hole, Loren shifted back to human. His arms and face and indeed his entire body was streaked with dirt. Keeping the tips of his fingers and his nails as claws, he continued to dig. As he did, he glanced up at Delphia. "I have no idea." Looking down again, he crouched, eyes scanning the dirt for an actual stone.
Biting his lip, he rolled a kink out of his neck, directing the weasels to continue carting dirt out of the hole. Even their nimble paws and bodies were having trouble with that at this point. "Did you father give you any indication how deep the hole needed to be?"
Biting his lip, he rolled a kink out of his neck, directing the weasels to continue carting dirt out of the hole. Even their nimble paws and bodies were having trouble with that at this point. "Did you father give you any indication how deep the hole needed to be?"
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
