Lynx struts through their little city, combat-clad feet stomping down the streets as he slung his pack across his shoulder. It was barely after dawn, the rays of sunlight blinding, but the determination inside is brighter. His feet willed to keep going, but his eyes drifted to the side, feet immediately flooding through the door. Eyes scanned the area, hoping who he was looking for was already up. Finally catching their gaze, he gave a small sigh of relief.
“ Heading out. “ The roughness of his voice was no surprise, but his eyes were a different story. Do you need anything ? Hues of chocolate questioned with a cloud of silence.













