For a lot of people, the way my Mama and I lived was strange compared to them. How we’re openly affectionate and we’re truly just open books in a world where everything is sisu. Not that everyone here is stoic or anything, but it’s just the way of life here, but I’m glad and happy about how Mama raised us. Papa did his best too in his own way and I can’t thank them enough for that.
At the end of the meeting, Papa insisted on carrying me throughout the journey as Mama told me about the best places to go to uni. Warm places. Safe places that won’t turn me into what happened the first few days of this great meeting of the packs.
The rogues were still here, probably in the neutral zones where any rogue is welcome to live in peace. According to Papa, there was a great agreement in the werew
