Submission (#394) Approved

Cúan find himself on the banks of what was once the epicenter of a ecosystem now reduced to a flowing path of rubbish and discarded items from the city. Where large bears may have once fished for winter and wolves and fozes scavenged and played, Where once was fish is now the flitterings of discarded metal and glass. He joins the throws of cats attempting to restore it to its former glory as dusk crests, contemplative of how it describes catfolks advancements and the lack of regard for the world at large, he takes displeasure in its state. Perhaps to him a testament to how true the godmothers statements ring amoung her subjects, cúan seems to be in an eternally sour mood as Tiberius appears