[Well, that is a note at his door with a lot of words on it. Pom recognizes what he thinks is his name, and that's about it... for the words. What he also recognizes is the scent on it: another carnivore, one who smells like petrichor after a storm and the storm itself, like lightning before it strikes. He knows this scent because it's one he tracked himself - Gale.
Maybe this note is about the package he left for him. A thanks, or something indicating it wasn't appreciated. Hopefully the former - he supposes he'll find out next time they cross paths.]
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Maybe this note is about the package he left for him. A thanks, or something indicating it wasn't appreciated. Hopefully the former - he supposes he'll find out next time they cross paths.]