Garroth's Perspective
   Garroth hearing the branch snap, looked up. He thought he saw someone in the shadows, so he called out. Someone was there, he was sure of it.
   He was not himself. He was in a strange place. He was imagining people in the shadows. If someone was there, they would've answered. If they were evil, they would've taken advantage of his depression and attacked. If they were good, they would've comforted him. Garroth sat back down when a tentative voice called out.
   "Garroth?" Garroth looked up, wondering if he imagined Aphmau's voice or not.
   "Yes?" He tentatively called out. "Is it really you, Aphmau?" He held his breath waiting for an answer. He closed his eyes and begged Irene that she would answer.
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Roar. I'm a scary tiger. That somehow can write. As well as type...yeah...I hope you enjoyed and comment what you think. Ciao
~iRazburray