Ptolemy's Literatures

It was still early morning when Mulberry set off. Leaving behind a warm space nestled under the bushes, all she got in return was the cold frost crunching beneath her paws. She had lost Ptolemy’s scent trail months ago, but a polite badger had pointed her in the right direction. It would almost be 6 months of her tracking down her beloved and his captors. My Tully… we’ll be together again. Soon...