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Sorry for the fail post ^^
It had been a few days since Chishio had wandered away from the city, and he still had no fucking clue where he was. He was getting sick of it too. He just wanted to get back to all the shit he had collected in the city. It seemed that he had gotten out of his 'food mood' and into another one. He was near packlands, he could smell it. Maybe he could ask them douches which way 'home' was. But home was really just a drafty cafe and to be honest he'd prefer a better place to stay. Like a flat that didn't have fucking broken windows, but then he had to remind himself that this place was untended and his job would be hard.
He moved closer to the pack borders. He didn't care if he was meant to be there or not, all he wanted was directions and if they couldn't give him that without being hostile, then that was just great. They were even more pathetic than him. Not that he thought that, but it was true. He had starved himself for days just because one rabbit got away. It was obvious but he just chose not to see it.
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Tammi edit: Edited in the mature topic box. Remember if you have an [M] in your title, the mature box is required. Thanks.