But today I woke up in your bed [O, BONFIRE]

[Simon F.M.]

To give me some diagnosis of why I'm so hollow

Please give me instructions, I promise I'll follow

Diya, on one of her many nightly wanderings, found herself perking up at the smell of smoke. She followed it, eyes scanning the starry sky for signs of massive plumes of a forest fire,

Upon seeing just a single cloud of smoke, implying a smaller source, and the sound of non-panicked voice teaching her, she relaxed. Must be a bonfire then, sweet.

She quickened her pace a small amount, excitement building. She did enjoy a nice bonfire now and then, basking in the warmth of the fire as she chases falling stars with her gaze. She finally reached the fire, eyes skating across the assortment of animals. The cheetah with prosthetics she recognized from seeing him around, though his name evaded her, and next to him a monochrome wolf that seemed too ooze smoke from his maw. The wolf wasn't one she could say she recognized but, the others she knew all by name.

Michael, the scarred bobcat who was close to her host, Roxanne. Next to him sat the troublesome son of Roxanne, Trygve, who had given her quite the scratch when she had attempted to return him home. She felt quite guilty about that, she would admit, as she should have handled the whole situation better honestly. This thought drove her away to the opposite side of the fire, the flames blocking her from his view.

The other two, Blits and Raiden, had puzzled the white feline, with their odd mannerisms and confusing comments, during past encounters. She couldn't put a name to why but, they reminded her of Playerone, with their tales of another world. She missed the white-furred friend, she had to admit. But, she couldn't find herself to return to what was supposed to be her home. No, her home was long gone, taking her family with it.

A sigh rumbled from the snowy cat as she found a more isolated spot around the fire, nestling down with paws tucked to watch the flames. She appeared to zone out, mind lost in thought as she watched the flames and contemplated the current situation. Should she even be here; was she even allowed? This wasn't her home, she had never sworn allegiance to the typhoon. And yet here she was, learning their names and faces, growing fond of the odd personalities that populated the jungle living group. Did they welcome her or scorn her being here?

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