PrismShard

Gloam weaved his way through the undergrowth of the Rekes forests, his striped black fur blending in with the mottled shadows cast by the trees above. Rufous scuttled after him, trying their best to keep up with the large tsabhua in between tripping over tree roots and stopping to look at weird bugs. After repeated complaints from the two about the state of their colony’s base camp (which was truly just a camp and not really a great place to settle in and call home), DPIP finally rel...