Forgetting is so terrible in its convenience.
Forgetting the all-consuming need to be someplace.
Forgetting the solid assertion that he was a patient carnivore.
Forgetting so many things.
The pink fleece.
The black brocade.
I may have just sent an email that makes me look slightly crazy, but…hopefully it pays off.
As for those other things? Well. Nothing I can do to stop the crazy Wolf at his hunting.
But…I can still call tomorrow. And that means I must sleep soon.