MILES GLACIER XENIAS — TAGS / ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES

Miles vaguely wandered around after the meeting, his clumsy paws taking him everywhere and nowhere. The tiger/wolf hybrid didn't really have any belongings, or things to see before he set off to the surface with the others. His necklace, made of wooden beads and fangs, clincked and clacked as he meandered. His eyes never really sat on one thing, and he supposed it was a lot like him. He couldn't really stay in one place for very long without getting fidgety. He supposed that's why he minded very little leaving his nothing behind. He had very little to lose, but so much to gain.

Miles stopped, looking up at the non-existent sky in their old home, wondering what the surface will look like when he goes up there. Will it be bright and colorful? Will it be happy and easy? Will it be enough for him to stay in one place? 'Will I be happy?' He mused as he began imagining what the stars will look like.

He rose to his paws and let them lead him to wherever they took him next.

— Mysterious ways of dealing with a couple of down days
It's like you're stealing what I had for a while and using it yourself
In my mind I see what I wanna see and if it goes wrong
I think I'll never be the same, but I know it's only make believe