Hello, my old heart / Return

[michael t.]

Michael had honestly become used to others calling his name. Whether it be his husband, his kids, or even just a regular member looking for a dealer to help out, the bobcat had become used to a bustling schedule. However, when he heard the call from Magnolia, a voice that very much wasn't a member of his family or someone who had been around for a while, he had to admit he grew a bit worried. Especially since her voice was absolutely dripping with anxiety, and at least a bit of pain. So, the thief was quick to make his way over, short legs working overtime as the jewelry covered feline grew close. Upon seeing Magnolia, he found his eyes widening as he saw the awkward way that the other was holding her leg. He immediately frowned, adding onto what Goldie had said, "Yeah, you look like maybe you could use Roan, or Rosemary... your leg doesn't look quite right." Admittedly he didn't know much about hooves or anything like that, but he had seen some pretty bent out of shape legs before.

He then processed what Magnolia had originally been asking about, a small frown pulling at his muzzle. As he tilted his head to one side, he questioned, "Are you talking about the raid...? Cause it was admittedly something that needed to be planned pretty fast. You couldn't have known that you needed to be here..." There was honestly so much the other could've been told about, considering how much had gone on recently. The original Coalition takeover, the huge raid, what had happened to Goldie... one could've easily felt bad about missing any of it.