It had been weeks. No sign of Medea at all. Mercer was ready to pull his mane out. At least Kharris was helping him search, the two of them could cover more ground, but it seems like a fruitless effort. He let out a sigh as his head hung down. The male's ears pinned to the back of his head as he sat under a large tree. "Medea, where are you..." He muttered to himself, his purple eyes darting around. Was she even in the forest anymore?






