Tired. That's the word. I'm extremely tired these days. However, when I say tired I'm mean ... Weary. On the contrary, I'm in nice shape, Sekmets' pantry's full, weather is not too overcast. If we except bombs. But I'm being lead astray. How can explain? I'm ... Just ... Bored. I can't find interesting occupations these days. I heal wolves, I listen to Skull, I fight verbally with the others. That's always the same thing. I can't do anything anyway. Just accept that.

I leave my den, I'm stopping on the threshold and I stretch my legs. I breathe. The bombs are shaking the ground, so I think I shouldn't stay here. I know where I'll go. I follow a little path, which leads to various small caverns. Surprise myself to trot. Not afraid. Just ... Oh, screw you. One cavern leads to the Garnet Break, an other to the Shadows Cavern. But I know precisely where I want to go. Time to bother the others. And it rhymes.

Doyle is a Sekmet healer. I don't know many things about him, just know he's four, healer and Sekmet. And where's his den. Not far than mine. That's all. Doesn't a good occasion to meet him? Maybe he'll invite me for a talk! You never know ... So I'm heading to Doyle's den. That's an old humans bunker. When I pass its threshold, I can immediatly smell plants' odors. I look around.

Stupid human construction. How that's ... Sekmet can work in there. Yuuuck. Sekmets are strange anyway. I'm not so far of the entry, and Doyle can don't be here. Too bad for him.
"Hiya Doyle, I say with a honneyed voice. Are you home?"

| Ok ok. Ça, c'est mon niveau d'anglais pire que nul à chier. N'hésite pas à me corriger au besoin, si tes yeux saignent un peu. c': |

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